thick, thicker, thickest

I don't like it when you criticize other girls and you say things like, "uh, her body is nothing special at all." Well, if her body is nothing special, and in my opinion it's "better" than mine, then what the hell do you think of my body? And it's not that you're opinion on the matter should matter, but it does. It matters. Your eye represents the heterosexist, North American public. The public I just so happen to be a part of.

... I've had a thought. The world is enormous. That should mean something. And I know what it means about romance - about the world of possibility beyond our own fenced off GTA. It wouldn't make sense for all of our "ones" to be so close already?

But I hate to talk about romance in such close proximity to my self-analysis of my sometimes negative body image because it would suggest that the two are in some way related.

And to think I was actually feeling pretty positive until you said that thing about TY from high school. Fuck TY.

We may be blood, but that doesn't magically make you see me through rose colored glasses. Please see what everyone else sees and judge accordingly.

I'm also a little perturbed that the JOAN Barbie doll isn't an accurate representation of the actual character.

This was just a five minute spell of trouble. On all other fronts - it's sunshine, mild and clear skies... and it only gets better from here.

xoLo