VGirl -- That's so true, ever since I started taking antibiotics, I feel like I've gone into hibernation, stuffing myself with food =(
First off, I need to get this off my chest before anything else.
I am a female. Not to be confused with bimbo, whore, bitch, piece of ass, "my woman", or any other god aweful name some of the male population attach to us, FEMALES.
I am a female. Not to be confused with walking breasts, nice ass, tight ass, or "hey! check our her rack!". You call me by my name. My name is Holly. I do not have "twins", I have breasts, and I beg of you to stop staring at them.
My issue? Men are pigs. Plain and simple, but we know that. Not all of them are, but they must hide under rocks. The next time I get compared to the skinny girl next to me, I'm going to knock her off her chair.
Now, let me tell you something, I was never the girl that guys looked at. Ever. In elementary school, I was the fat kid. In middle school, I was the fat girl. In high school, I was the girl with big boobs who was friends with everyone. You'd think that'd be a step up, but I rather be called fat. All of a sudden in the 9th grade I had guys all over "liking me"...*ahem*..."liking me" wasn't exactly "hey, how are you, would you like to go out?" it was "heeeeeeeeey, so, got a condom we could use?". You'd think that would be flattering, because really, I was the fat girl, who wants to sleep with the fat girl?
I'm not a tramp, I don't sleep around, I've had things happen that weren't exactly within my will of wanting. So I'm not all "Wheee, lets get it on!" but I'd like to find a guy who can hang out, talk, be my friend, boyfriend second, and can get along with and create a foundation.
Somewhere along the lines, guys missed my mind, my personality, who I am on the inside. Instead, they saw what was on the inside and had their own ideas of how to "Get to know" me on the inside. That doesn't fly with me.
I've dated my fair share, which isn't a whole lot, because I picked not too and I can't do this "Dating around" thing. The idea doesn't fancey me. At all. But my point is.....
I'm a female. I have a mind. I deserve respect and they deserve it back. A relationship is a partnership and a friendship, not a sexual game for kicks. (unless you're into that).
*sighs* Someday, I'm determined to find him, the one guy who cares. I see so many "Fat" girls with these good looking skinny guys, and it restores my hope that there are good guys out there. I don't care what he looks like, as long as he treats me right. And realizes that a female is one of the highest forms of compliment you can ever call a woman.
Anyways, my eating hasn't been to good. I'm trying to put it back on track. I've tweaked my gym workout to include more treadmill, instead of ellipitcal because my wound can't handle that just yet. I'm hoping to get down to a reasonable weight by July, because my parents are throwing my graduation party and it'd be nice to look good and feel good and "Wow" everyone I had gone to high school with =D
Oh, and I was looking around on OnDemand and I found that belly dancing....gosh, it looks like so much fun! I hope by the time I can do it, they'll still have it around =D