I’ve been focusing a lot on posting the creative stuff lately.  But I wasn’t lying when I said that this blog was still going to be my blog.  I like having a place to post the things I’m thinking about and just whatever random thing strikes my fancy at any given time.  At the moment, I’m trying to keep from posting a bunch of philosophical/political rants because I don’t know if anybody would actually care to read my opinions on the matter.  And besides, that’s what Facebook is for.  So instead, I thought I’d fulfill another of the Blog Challenge entries I listed on my ‘Notes for the Future’ blurb. Continue reading


Owning it.

I am a big girl.  I don’t mean that facetiously. I’m not trying to say I’m a ‘grown up female’ who, according to the song, doesn’t cry.  I mean exactly what I say.  I am a big girl.

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The Biggest Loser.

If you’ve read any of my previous entries, you’ve probably figured out by now that I don’t exactly have a great self-image.  I started writing this blog (one of the reasons!) to work on that, to give myself an outlet of sorts.  I wanted to be able to discuss how I see myself in a place where I didn’t feel judged.  I wanted to be able to bounce ideas and thoughts off of like-minded individuals and to read about their own struggles with body image.  I wanted a place where I could grow and potentially shed the part of me that hates from the outside in.   Continue reading

Blue and White.

On Saturday, I took a day off from visiting with my Mom to go to the Penn State scrimmage game with my Dad.  This is a tradition we’ve had since I was in middle school.  Over the course of time, it got larger and more people were included along on the trip.  Which is fine by me.  Mostly, its people he knows from the firehouse so it’s people I’ve grown up with my entire life.  I enjoy them — for the most part.  My boyfriend also went along for the ride this year. Continue reading

Beer Goggles.

I’m the first to admit, out loud and to pretty much everyone, that I have a really shitty self-esteem.  I don’t take compliments well at all when I get them, no matter what they are for.  And I hate looking in the mirror.  Hell, most days, I hate getting up in the morning because I don’t want to go through all the nonsense of being out in public.  Which sucks. Continue reading