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as usual, i was riding MARTA this morning and this one girl stood out to me. i’m not sure if it’s because i’ve been having insecurity trips lately as well as virtual meltdowns because of my insecurities or if what because she stood out in general. so with that said, this blog, unlike my previous ones, probably won’t be so funny… more cleansing to me i guess…

it’s amazing how easy it is to recognize things about ourselves in other people. i think that’s the reason why this girl stood out to me so much. she was chubby but by no means was she what some would consider a total fat ass or anything. she was cute though. she had her hair in a mohawk and had on a tank that was goth like. i think all girls that are insecure with their bodies do the same trademark thing… she kept pulling her tank down like it was riding with every breath she took. everytime she would pull it down, she would look increasingly more uncomfortable. i do this too…

yesterday i went to the mall with my co-worker and friend. i was people watching as i normally do and noticed how many women, in all sizes, seemed so comfortable with how they looked. not that they all looked good because some of them were a downright mess, but they were comfortable enough with themselves that it didn’t matter what they looked like to others

“beauty is in the eye of the beholder”

i always that this quote was so weird but to these women with these higher levels of comfort must believe in it. it’s weird… i don’t know why i’m so hard on myself. i’ve definitely gained some weight, but i’ve also gained friends, knowledge, degrees, a husband, and so many other things that credit my character being at least decent.

but i guess we’ve all got insecurities but at what point do you let them stop controlling you? please feel free to share…

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ok folks… so i’ve had a glass (to be read as a couple glasses) of wine… btw, for non-red wine drinkers, mixing it with a little cranberry juice makes it wonderful!!! however, this is not the point of this specific blog…

so today i sat at my desk from 8:30 am till 5:30 pm without any breaks while doing 3-4 people’s jobs… that might be a slight exaggeration but nonetheless, i’m doing waaaay more then i signed on to do. so what do i do you ask? i work in the wonderful world of association management. what is that? hell, i don’t even know but i do know that i must be doing a damn good job because they keep giving me more shit to do… but with increasing responsibility and an additional degree, do you think i’m paid more? NOPE!!! i’m not… in fact, during my review, i might just be getting a cost of living increase…

during a conversation today and many conversations with my hot husband, i’ve determined that this is just normal for the average american… as the economy consistently decreases, the inverse relationship between the amount of work that an employee has to do and the amount in which they are paid continues to transpire (not sure if that really fits in here but it sounds good).

this would be how my desk once looked

this would be how my desk once looked except i'm black

so today’s rant is a rant that may not have a conclusive ending… but i can tell you this much… i’m tired of being a slave in this workforce and consistently being overworked and underpaid. i get pissed off every time i check my email and there’s a message from one of my 2 micromanaging bosses. i am complaining here and i invite you to do so as well… at least at my previous job i did something of importance, made valuable decisions, and had a pretty damn cool boss (shout out to Sarah!). here, my boss is a constant reminder of the cabbage patch kid that i never wanted… ugh

and here’s some more complaining… i don’t know what to do!!! i mean, do i continue bustin my ass and barely making enough to pay the damn student loans that i have for the degree that was supposed to make me money!!!! ugh… major ugh… so what do you do in this world where employees are consistently over worked and under paid and under appreciated? with the state of the economy, do you find a new job and hope you can keep it or do you put up with the bullshit they keep feeding you?

talk to me…

ahhh… MARTA has yet to fail in being an inspiration to my blogs…

so i think it’s official and i’ve really decided that public transportation is not for the mean person. this is a rather bold statement, i know, but i have some logic behind it…

as i was sitting on the BUC this morning on the last leg of my commute to work, across from me was a rather pretty, but disheveled, lady who was sitting close to another lady. lets call the pretty lady jessica and the other lady callie. so callie is an older lady who was engaged in conversation about how a train broke down making us all late (MARTA is not always SMARTA!!!) and jessica keeps giving her dirty looks. callie is being bumped around because as we all know, there are no seatbelts on public buses and this coupled with the conversation seems to be working jessica’s nerves. so it’s callie’s stop and she’s struggling a little to get up which only furthers jessica’s agitation with her… now normally at this point, the nice person would say something like, “oh, let me help you up” or even move over a little to give the poor HANDICAPPED callie some more space. but not the mean jessica… i thought she was going to push her down and she probably thought about it too…

so to further justify my point about how public transportation is not for mean people, i will elaborate a little further.

when taking public transportation, there are a couple things that are a given… for instance, there are normally going to be an absurd amount of people riding the train/bus with you allowing you little to no personal space. or because it’s public transportation, you will be surrounded by the public (public=all walks of life). and finally, because public transportation is normally funded by some lame ass government entity, they are almost always guaranteed to be late…

with these being some of the basic premises of riding public transportation, if you don’t like people in your personal space, don’t like being in the presence of the normal and not so normal public people, and you want a guarantee to being on tame, GET YOUR MEAN ASS OFF MARTA AND DRIVE IN THE 6 LANES OF TRAFFIC BUT LEAVE THE REST OF US ALONE!!!

btw, it took me a good 2 weeks to write this blog… needless to say, life has been hectic so this may not be one of the better blogs… more to come tomorrow!

so as i’m riding MARTA this morning (which was definitely NOT ‘smarta’), i found myself staring at the back of this lady’s hamhocks (aka big legs). now the fact that her legs were littered with the cottage cheese looking fat that we women have all come to know and hate as cellulite, her dress was just entirely too short for her shape. i have cottage cheese and during my quest to become more comfortable with it, i’ve noticed that many women struggle with this issue that plagues both skinny and large women all the same.

Stars have cellulite too! Its not for the average woman anymore!

Stars have cellulite too! It's not for the average woman anymore!

 

but due to the common acceptance for this despised cottage cheese substance, this is not the topic for this blog. we’ve all heard the saying of, “just cause they make it in your size doesn’t mean you should wear it.” what most people don’t know (or do) is that this saying is specifically geared towards the big women (i mean, what is there that skinny bitches can’t wear?). now i, being a larger then average woman, am in total agreeance with this statement–especially after the assualt on my eyes the lady this morning made.

let’s be clear here… i’m not bashing fat women as i’ve already identified myself as one of them. however, i’m a firm believer in wearing something that flatters your figure and accentuates the good, not horrifies others with the bad. i mean, lane bryant, torrid, and ashley stewart were all designed for the larger woman…
See? They do make clothes that fit us!

See? They do make clothes that fit us!

so to conclude this edition of style file, big girls, lets remember that although we are beautiful with our size, lets be sure to get the size that fits us and style that looks good… stop bein a big ghetto mess!