Today, I was reading through some old newspapers and I came across a headline that read, “Manly Man Marries Fertile Woman.” I read futher and the man was from Manly, Iowa, and the woman was from Fertile, Iowa. I giggled. MLIA

• lol. gotta love ambiguous headlines. XD

As I was driving home I started to wonder...

what would the world be like without cars, or anything with wheels for that matter. I mean, we’re all seriously dependent on cars, buses, planes, etc. to get around, you know? It would be drastically different; I know that much. It just makes you wonder… -soulverity.

• i think, if we didn’t have them, everyone would live much closer to everyone. many people would travel less, and in shorter distances, so many people probably wouldn’t get to meet (or at least meet diverse cultures). i probably wouldn’t’ve known you. my parents probably wouldn’t have had me, because they were in a long-distance relationship for a while after they were married and they met each other because my dad drove/flew to my mom’s place regularly. we wouldn’t have a lot of buildings apart from our own houses, it’s probably hard to find newspapers (or books or whatever) because it’s much harder to transport trees, many technologies wouldn’t have been invented. languages probably evolved less quickly. all families would probably have animals as transportation. also, pollution probably would’ve been a lot less of a problem for everyone. ;P

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There’s so much I want to accomplish in the future. I want to be a successful graphic designer shake the world with what I create. I want to be at New York Fashion Week and walk models down the runway in my clothes I’ve created. Or even better, I want to be the one strutting my shit down the cat walk. I want to be a mom. Do anything for my kids. Make them grow up to be wonderful people. I want to be a wife and a lover. I feel like these things are tangible and I’m going to go get what I want. -simplyalyshia

• you can do anything if you put your mind, heart, body and soul to it. good luck! :)

here's the deal: i'm 'overweight'.

i am. and i’m ok with it.

it used to bother me when people used to tell/hint at me being big, but now i like the way i am. granted, i could be healthier like walking rather than taking the bus and whatnot, but overall, i’m pretty much satisfied with my body. it may not not ‘perfect’ (as by the mainstream media/many peoples’ standards), but it’s fully-functional, and i’m happy.

now, however, what bothers me is when people happily tell me i’m smaller than i was before, assuming that i was bothered by my size to begin with. the fact of the matter is, it wasn’t my overweight state that bothered me before, dammit. it was society putting pressure on fat people to feel bad about their body that was. and it’s a vicious circle that goes on and on until you begin to realise, “you know what? why should this even bother me?”.

a good thing that came out of this experience however is when you begin torealise how shallow you’ve become, and you start to see that life isn’t all about other people and what they say, and it’s not all about you and how you look. you start to believe+accept the things that are good about yourself, and try to fix the things that aren’t. in other words, you grow up. and that’s a damn good feeling.

the aftermath of this ‘rebirth’ however, is when someone ‘reminds’ me that i should feel good for fitting into the stereotypical mould of how-girls-should-look, it feels like a slap in the face. it’s pretty much like saying “i assume that your values/opinions/thoughts about body image is like mine, so you should be proud that you’re becoming closer to the ideal state of being”. excuse me, but wth?

anyway, whatever it is… i never know how to respond to that ‘compliment’ without showing my awkwardness.

what i normally do is just half-chuckle and change the subject.

what i wish i could do is say, however, is “thanks for telling me my worth as a person is partly based on my body size”.

sigh. it’s a lose-lose situation, i know, but i just can’t help it…

i’m not harming my body, so why should my body even be of other peoples’ concern, anyway?

A few days ago I walked in on my grandma and mom arguing over my grandma’s funeral (she wanted a say in it). My mom wanted the song at the end when they carry the casket out to be “Wake me up before you go-go”. My grandma wanted it to be “I’m bringing sexy back”. I don’t know who to side with. -MLIA

• geez i wouldn’t know either. =_=