Herr are the bullet points of what has happened since last time I spoke to y’all.
+ called in every shift.
+ still not on medical leave
+ was nearly hit by a car
+ dyed my hair red again!
+ discovered I hate the song “All About That Bass”. Or at least the way my friend interprets it.
We go from bottom to top.
So recently I have been spending more time with some friends of mine. Same friends for all but the top two on the list.
A married couple I may have spoke. Of before. Without getting into too much detail they are both tall and slightly overweight. The wife’s hips are 53″ in circumference. So, she is… Big to say the least.
Which fine. She is still beautiful and I only know her exact measurements from when she has asked me to make some clothes for her.
However… Recently she has gotten obsessed with a song on the radio called “All About That Bass”. It sings of how she isn’t a size two, bringing booty back, and how a man likes more to hold at night.
I feel this article explains my point of view best. Women who aren’t really fat have to feel better and anyone who isn’t them is actually less worthy or beautiful than they are. We all are beautiful. Doesn’t matter your damn size.
Straight up? I’m skinny. I look good for me in my body for my size.
This song to me is what ” Pumped Up Kicks” is to many others. It sounds happy and upbeat but is actually about school shootings.
Ever since she and her husband have listened to this “positive, happy” song they have been insulting me left and right.
I’m not a real woman.
I don’t have breasts.
My ass is small and thus I don’t have one.
I was anorexic. At my lowest I weighed 87 lbs. I am very, very aware of my body, how I view it and how others see it. I don’t need you telling me this simply because I personally believe you are jealous I have can shop at Victoria’s Secret. I am a size four. I have legs, a nice ass and nicely sized breasts. Thank you very much.
I don’t take kindly to being insulted especially by people I believe to be my friends and it is rare I consider people such.
I wish this was a one time thing but over the last week and a half it has been commented on multiple times!
Now, I am very good at standing up for others as I always say but I am horrible for standing up for myself. I really hope I won’t have to but the next time I see them if it happens again I will have to say something.
Maybe I should just leave it there.
I dyed my hair yesterday. These same friends reccomended a friend of theirs who was also a hair stylist and charged her own prices. Her name is Brenda and she offered to do an all over dye job for $65 dollars. When compared to the price of $85 for a dye job and $29 dollars for a cut it was an amazing deal.
Brenda ended up cutting, styling, dying and blow drying my hair for the original agreed price.
And I loved the way it came out! She seemed to actually care about how I felt and how my hair came out. I went with my usual “I will trust you,” and I was right to. She would have fixed my bangs but they ate still pretty short from the hack job that last hair stylist gave me. Whom apparently also destroyed my layers.
Also, the day before on Sunday I was almost hit by a car in a parking lot when it was raining right after getting a fresh manicure and pedicure. Yeah. They got ruined. The car didn’t even stop. Just kept going.
So I now have a jammed toe, and a torn up leg. I walked around with six band aids of the largest variety for the last three days when I am not letting the wounds breathe. I haf to buy flip flops at Target since all I had were my knock off Converses and wounds all over the top of my foot.
But in fourteen days my best friend gets here! And in twenty days Mike gets back.
I can’t wait for Sassy to get here.
For the next week starting Thursday I’ll be house sitting for my previously mentioned friends at their house while they are away. So I will be away from my house for a week. It will be nice.
I see my psychiatrist on Thursday and will be addressing many issues before I go to my friend’s house.
Well. Time to go put fresh band aids on. Excuse me while I go limp away.
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