Most days I'm comfortable in my skin. But then there are days I wake up and I'm like...oh good lord what's wrong with my face/stomach/back/arms/eyes/ears? Am I the only one who goes through this?
Sometimes I don't feel as good as I want to, about my body image. It's partially the media's fault for making me think that I have to have X, Y, and Z but I know it's ultimately my own fault that I'm not keeping myself in the kind of shape I want to be in.
However, there are always those rare days when I feel like a million bucks.
Oh, I woke up and you didn't have bags under my eyes? FUCK YES.
Oh, my pores are super small today? HIGH FUCKEN FIVE YO!
Having a great hair day? TOOK A BILLION SELFIES TO REMIND MYSELF HOW AWESOMESAUCE MY HAIR CAN BE. (Which is rarely. Ask anybody.)
The same jeans that I couldn't fit into yesterday, somehow miraculously fit today? NEVER TAKE DEM JEANS OFF!
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I was waiting my turn at a bar during happy hour, trying to get my whiskey ginger fix when this happens:
"HEY! BARBIE LEGS!"
I swear to baby-jeebus, heads swiveled so quickly, you could hear necks snapping. Including my own neck. Why? Because WHAT THE HELL? WHO DOES THAT? We were all looking around and at each other like idiots because we didn't what to make of it.
"YEAH! BARBIE LEGS!"
Most people quickly lost interest and turned their attention back to the bartender. But me, of course, I didn't. My eyes turned down to the legs beside me at the bar. I wanted see Barbie legs! Were they life-size? Was the body on top of the Barbie legs just as Barbie-like as her legs?!!?!? I wanted to see!!!
"Girl. You silly. Whatchu lookin' for? ...barbielegs..."
He stood at my side. The girl beside me looked at him and then at me and then down at my legs. Oh. ME?!?!?! I'M BARBIE LEGS?!!?
I turned away from them and the bar. As I slowly walked back to my friends, he shouted, "DON'T BE ASHAMED, GIRL. YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT." But I wasn't ashamed! I was just...at a loss for words.
On the outside, I felt this:
On the inside:
And the rest of the night:
And hell yeah, it definitely made me feel good.
Labels: i think my knees are always cute, i was going to humble-brag but that's not really my style lol, some days i wake up and the pores on my face are enormous