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Saturday, April 19, 2008
"what's your weight, Chantal?"
"i don't know... i don't Want to know. and, Anyways. i don't own a weighing machine."
it's been almost a year and a half since i had a weighing machine sitting there with its horrible scales for eyes staring right back at me in the bathroom. last time i saw it, i kicked it under the sink and hoped it'd start rusting.
i really envy girls who like, skip a couple of meals and, Wham Bam, they lose like, 5 kilos. man, i can skip all 3 meals for a month and end up with the same fat ass and, go back to training- bra stage. or at least that's what i think would happen. never tried; don't think i ever would.
it just All comes down to me Loving food wayyyy too much. and hating exercise even more. haha.
shoot me for being lazy. whatev.
it's funny though; how body size can be a fad. first we had Marilyn Monroe and co. who made boobs&thighs sexy, than we had Twiggy who was all bones and eyeliner. followed by the reign of TyraBanks and rest of Supermodels who had well, all of it. it's been a long long time since Kate Moss made herself to be a household name for being the second coming of Twiggy, with the addition of alot more trashy partying and cocaine use.
what's a girl to do when all the media ever seems to be doing is brainwashing you ever so subtly that unless you're a size 4 you wont ever be happy.
honestly, i dont think there's anything wrong with trying to fit in physically, but i just belive that as long as you know yourself best and stick to your own beliefs, you're good to go. and seriously, whatever makes you happy, right?
if you're happy and comfortable in your own skin being a size 20, it's you who's happy at the end of the day.
and if you're happy dieting til you're a size 2, it's also you who's happy at the end of the day.
and above here, we have a size 28 Velvet D'amour walking down Jean Paul Gaultier.
Story Of My Life.
CHANTAL'S off.
xoxo