Back for a quick second.
A friend sent me the link to this video, as he’s one of the people I like to talk to about Body Acceptance, (though I have yet to convert him, not for lack of trying). I find it a bit amusing, as it’s not that SOMEONE is at least saying something about how even our television has become obsessed with the whole “OMG OUR CHILDREN ARE GETTING FATTER” propaganda.
Hope you all enjoy it too. 
Edit: And I have yet another haircut, significantly shorter, and put a coppery color in, here are a few pics, if you’re curious. xD
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y208/fallingtomydeath/Photo243.jpg
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y208/fallingtomydeath/Photo244.jpg
Vanished.
I’m going to be away for a bit. Likely I’ll still be checking the fatosphere and Fat Liberation feeds, but Since I’m going to be pretty busy in the coming weeks, I’m not going to be updating this blog. (For a few days, I won’t have a computer either, so I won’t even be able to check the feeds, sad for me. Hoping I’ll be able to find internet somewhere at the convention center, because I need internet like a junkie needs drugs, but we’ll see).
I’ll be back in a week or so, so in the meantime, I hope you all enjoy your 4th of Julys. 
Rickrolled
…At Rock n’ Bowl. I seriously laughed my ass of when it came on, since it was played as a request, so someone was obviously doing it as a joke. Bowled three games, from midnight to 2:30am, and I had a BLAST. Pictures being sent to me from it right now, and may for my not post them, depends on how I feel. Best time was the first half hour, because they played about 6 Queen songs in a row, and Shinka, Req and myself love us some Queen, mhmmm. We may or may not have been singing along at the top of our lungs and dancing in our chairs and when we got up to bowl. Good times were had by all. Except Lily’s poor boyfriend who was stuck with a party of crazy women. He and Lily cleaned the floor with the rest of us at bowling though. So pretty much, bowling was awesome, and I’m glad we went. (Req and myself almost didn’t go, because I was exhausted, and her arm was sore from getting her last HPV shot, but we promised Shinka we’d go, so we went anyway, and I think we’re both glad we did. 
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And now, for some much needed sleep!
EDIT: Screw sleep, now with photos! (My bestie Req is the one in the black hat. <3)
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=128501&l=ed5b3&id=514495715
About Those Hot Pants…
So yes, I watched Joy’s video sometime last night (or was it this morning? I’m quite terrible at distinguishing the two when I’m up past midnight) buuuuut, anywho, I thought it was absolutely AMAZING, and made me go back and watch all the other fat rant videos, as well as a few of her other films on YouTube. I loveloveLOVE them all. But the point, in this entry, is to discuss the hotpants comment. Yes, I loved it very much, and I’m sure it will happen someday, but the reason it, in particular, stuck with me, is because I went shopping with a friend today.
Here’s the background: Coming up in the beginning of July is Anime Expo, in Los Angeles, a convention I’ve been attending every year since 2003. It is the biggest convention in America, and one of the things many people like to do is cosplay, or make costumes and dress up as their favorite anime/manga/game/other characters. I have cosplayed a grand total of one times, and it was at my first con, but since then, haven’t due to the perception that I’m too fat to accurately pull of a character (this year I’m doing a steampunk outfit though, and it’s going to be awesome. I’m so excited. ^_^). Now my bestie, ont the other hand, is an AVID cosplayer (she likes the attention it garners her, she says), and she always makes her costumes, or has people help her make them, and she generally likes to wear a different costume every day of the Con, and adds a new one to her collection every year. This year, she’s adding Yoko, from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann. This is what Yoko’s outfit looks like:
http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/3885/432587photo0dc5.jpg
Hence where the hotpants come into play. She is about a size 8/10, and she’s in pretty good shape, but she has a lot of negative feelings about her body. Primarily, about her thighs. This outfit requires hotpants, most likely vinyl would me preferred, but I’m sure cotton would be acceptable too. She says (I have never seen her thighs, in all teh years we’ve been friends, because they’re always covered), that she has cellulite on them, which is why, instead of the hotpants, she’s going to wear biker shorts that cover up more of her thighs. We went out shopping for her costume today, in which I kept urging her to buy some damn hotpants, because that’s how the outfit is supposed to be, and she’s usually a big stickler for correctness. But everytime, I was met with the same resistance. Her anxiety about her cellulite is keeping her from her desire to make the costume the way that it was intended. We even saw hotpants while at Aaadvarks getting her boots and wig, but she refused to even try them on. I try, and I try to break her of her insecurities, because she is gorgeous, but it’s so hard, and sometimes feels like such a useless effort.
So, in light of that, I say: fatties, skinnies, in betweenies, everyone, wear your hotpants proudly, and show of what nature gave you, even if no one else wants to see it. It’s all about you, baby.
I Wanna Play Too (Image Meme)
So, I’ve been seeing them in a few blogs, and I decided, hell, I wanna try it for myself. So, here goes.
The rules are simple. Google Image Search the answers to the questions below. Then you much choose a picture in the first page of results, and post it as your answer.
1. Age at next birthday:
2. A place you’d like to travel: (Oh man, maybe I don’t want to go there? xD)
3. Your favorite place: (I wish mine were that nice)
4. Your favorite object:
5. Your favorite food: (not sure if anyone can tell what it is, I couldn’t really find a very defining picture of it.)
6. Your favorite animal:
7. Your favorite color:
8. Town where you were born:
9. Town where you live:
10. Name of a past pet: (I cheated and did a current pet, because I love her name so much.)
11. First name of a past love: (No, it was NOT him. xD)
12. Best friend’s nickname: (I’ll let you speculate as to which one is actually her nick. It’s not as easy as it may seem. xD)
13. Your screen/nickname: (I used the full version, as the one I use here is a nick of another screenname)
14. Your first name:
15. Your middle name: (I have a middle name, and a baptism name, so there’s a picture for each, actual middle name coming first)
16. Your last name: (Yes, my last name is actually a sport in Ireland. Yet, not a drop of irish blood in my family.)
17. Bad habit of yours:
18. First job:
19. Name of grandmother:
20. College/grad major(s): (I HIGHLY doubt it will. But I love it nonetheless.)
And there you have it.
Home (not so) Sweet Home
There are reasons that the time I spend at college is some of the happiest time for me. A commercial for Alli came on, and I made a snide comment about the side affects. My mother informed me that before it came out, she took something similar only it was a prescription. “It was healthy”, she said. I asked her what was healthy about shitting oil, and she just repeated, “it was healthy”. Someone take me away from here. Not to mention I’m still looking for a job, ugh.
Oh Look, it’s a Comment Policy!
Since apparently Prove it to Me has become a popular post, the influx of people has made me realize I should have a comment policy, even if my blog dwindles back down to a few readers per day again. So read it, and follow it!
“You Are What You Eat”
Edited: Now with a link on the hostess, provided by the lovely Bee.
http://www.fmwf.com/newsarticle.php?id=402&cat=5
I’ve never been a particularly big fan of this phrase, and imagine my surprise when I was channel-flipping, and found a show by the same name on the BBC. Curious, I went to go look and watch a bit of it. Now, I’m all for healthy eating (though I know I’m not the healthiest eater myself), but how these people are selected, and the snide little comments about the size and weight of the individuals by the narrator of the show are appalling.
The premise is to take a fatty per episode, tell everyone what TERRIBLE eating habits they have, tell them they’re killing themselves and that they’re at a high risk for diabetes, and heart disease. The host is a nutritionist who basically tells them that they can’t have any of the old foods they enjoyed, or else they will never get rid of TEH FATZ. None of the people I’ve seen on this show are thin, or even have anything less than a 50 inch waist (my estimates, not certainties). After the scare tactics, they are put on 8-weeks of a healthy eating plan (which is actually a good point. They never say anything about portion control, but try to introduce nothing but healthy foods into the diets, such as whole grains, fruits, veggies, etc), and also an exercise plan.
My problem with it is not only the premise of painting fatties as the only unhealthy eaters out there, but also because really, the whole thing is hedges on weight loss. They give the weight of the individual several times throughout the show, and then at the end of the eight weeks, tell use how much they lost, complete with them wearing a pair of pants which is too big, and showing all of us out there how much space they have between their current waist size, and the waist of their pants.
No need to mention that this show, while it might almost have a good concept, does nothing but reinforce the ideas that most people think they already know: That all those damn fatties never exercise and eat nothing but junk food all day long. Nothing new, but still something that I find offensive.
Prove it to me
What I’m saying is nothing new. But I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf. I’d like to stop just believing secondhand information, and so straight to the source. Which has brought me to this.
Prove it to me. Tell me what it is that all these studies find in the evil fat cells that make them so evil? So they, say, store disease, or toxins, or fillinblank? What does “excess” fat do to my body that makes you condemn me for it? And if the fat itself does something, prove it to me. Where are your studies funded by a company that doesn’t have a stake in the results? No, I don’t want your press release, I want the un-spun conclusions from the study, thanks.
Prove it to me. If I were to lose weight, how would that make me happier? Is there some correlation with how fat affects one’s happiness now? Those evil little fat cells really are nefarious, aren’t they? First they’re killing me, now they’re making me unhappy. Maybe I should just go on a diet then? Ah, that’s what you really want, isn’t it? Then society will love me for being a miracle “youcantoo-er”, and I’ll be granted an immediate +5 charisma, and of course, +10 in happiness, because everyone will be telling me how good I look, and congratulating me on my “accomplishment”.
Once again, prove it to me. Prove to me that diets actually work, and that not only will I lose the weight, but it will make me healthier and happier in the process.
Until someone can actually prove that what the mainstream media spouts about the obesity epidemic is true (and if they can prove it all, I’ll eat my hat), I’ll stick by FA, thanks. Even if they could prove it isn’t really a pack of lies, I’m happy at the size I am, and honestly, I’m happiest when I’m not dieting. Being in college was the longest period of time I’d gone without any sort of dieting since elementary school. And the stress of a college atmosphere nonwithstanding, it was also the happiest time in my life. I was there I discovered FA, and the fatosphere, and it was because of that discovery that something inside of me popped. The notion that I don’t have to be thin, and don’t have to lose weight. That I am perfect being how and who I want to be.
Here it Goes Again
I lied. I’m not taking a hiatus. I can’t seem to stop myself from posting. It’s like having a blog gives me license to spill my personal life into the world, and do it in a way that people might read, but the likelihood of my ever meeting said people is very, very rare. Anyhow, on to the point of this particular entry.
I am embarking on a romantic relationship. I wish I could say I was treading in new waters, but alas, I’m treading in a very familiar pond. Dating an on-again, off-again flame, since we both kind of left things unsettled after the last breakup, and we both still have feelings for each other. Will it go anywhere? Only time will tell, but in all honesty, being in a relationship scares me. Always has, and I think it’s possible that it always will. I’ve decided to tell him that we will date, but things start from scratch, and we start as friends who like each other. I don’t think it’s fair to promise to any sort of commitment (fair for either of us), since at this point in my life, I don’t even know whether I’m attracted to men, women, or both. So it’s going to remain casual, and develop or flounder.
Here’s where my biggest issue comes into play though:
While I know I still have feelings for him, I’m almost afraid that the reason I’m willing to try at this relationship again is the fear that I won’t ever find someone who is attracted to me for me. Not to mention my issues with saying “no” (which deserve a whole post of their own, they really do). I know that possibly, someday, there will be someone else out there who loves me no matter what size and shape I am, but I can’t keep myself from thinking, “What if there really isn’t someone out there for me? What is this one relationship is all I have? I don’t conform to the standards of pretty, I don’t have a particularly great personality, so what is there for anyone to want?”
So, dear readers, this is where I pose a question: Should I make the most of it, despite my insecurities, should I just test the waters with him, like I’m planning to, or should I just give up on this whole idea of rekindling an old flame? (Or, if you need more information to solve this equation, feel free to pose me a question.)
