Victoria's Secret Can Kiss My "Fat" and "Short" Ass :)

Oh GOD, there could not have been a better post to blog about today.. Just when Glamour takes one step forward creating a revolutionary twist on their magazine by adding "plus size" models in the mix, I see one magazine take a step back... Victoria's Secret posted on their Facebook today:

"To enter the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show Model Search, you must be a female U.S. resident, 18-30 years of age, 5’8” or taller in bare feet"

Really? I'm surprised they didn't add "and must be 110 at most with clothes on" to the requirements too! Are you kidding me? When making these public posts calling beautiful women to audition for their runway, they make shorter, curvier women feel like total SHIT. Just when I finally start to embrace my body the way it is, and accept me for who I am, I see something like this and I am back to square one..

I bought Glamour magazine today to see what all the hype was about there being plus size models, and I was shocked that these women were even considered PLUS size. How about removing that label and calling them beautiful, curvy, natural, glowing, healthy women? They look ten times better to me than that bony girl who doesn't have boobs anymore because she's so starved and that "I want food so bad" look in every expression she has.

You know - I bet if I wore a bra and panties from Victoria's Secret and got my makeup and hair all done for the show and walked the runway next to a 5'8" deprived woman who actually looks like a little girl, I would look 100x better. We need healthy women representing their clothes! Not rail thin women who intimidate the regular consumer and depress them into thinking they won't look nearly as good as the model wearing them!! Where the hell is their common sense. 5'8" my ass, Victoria's Secret.

In fact, I am so appalled by the requirements this magazine has held for their models in the public eye, that I have chosen to boycott them. Actually, I want to wear one last piece of their lingerie, take a picture of myself posing the way their little models pose and post it for all to see. Healthy women - no matter if they're short, plus size, blonde, brunette, redhead - are going to be the better choice.


I'll give you all an update soon,
//over.n.out

It has been almost forever since I have written in here. I have been working 25+ hours a week, going to Sierra College full time, in the midst of moving, and been reading at least 100 pages a night trying to catch up on reading. And I'm still not caught up!!

I took a break the other night to watch the VMA's and they were... interesting. Where does Lady Gaga get her ideas for her clothes and music? I mean Paparazzi is a GENIUS song, but her performance to it ended in her hanging by a rope with blood coming out of her eyes. And after the performance she was wrapped in see through red lace from head to toe... What. A. Freak...

And Kanye West stealing Taylor Swift's moment actually made me want to cry! How ridiculous of me haha but honestly, if I was to ever win a VMA and somebody did that to me I would be pretty much heartbroken. What a way to rain on her parade. It's crazy how we blow things out of proportion isn't it. I mean, the president thinks someone is a jackass and everybody in the world knows about it. Sorry he had the guts to say it?

That leads me to my next point... Why do things always get blow out of proportion? We say one thing and all of a sudden people are going crazy over it. That's how my life has always been. My relationships with family members is always so up and down because of the way we blow things out of proportion. Isn't it a good idea to take a deep breath and take a step back and realize how completely retarded you're being? It's easy to say that when nothing is bothering me, I know, but I try to follow my own advice a lot. Picking battles is essential to life and when you're in a setting where they pick every single battle as a full on war - it gets really tiring.

I just realized that I seem to be rambling a lot in very random directions. I am exhausted beyond belief. The only thing that's keeping me going is my 5 hour sleeps every night and energy drinks :) Geeee I love being a college student. Where you take naps in your car because you don't want to leave your parking spot because you know you won't find another one if you leave. Where the computers you sign into on campus tell you that you've been on their computer for class assignments for a total of 8 hours already (And it's only been a week). Where you learn to sleep with your eyes open during class. And where you are forced into thinking in ways you've never though of before... Sigh.

I'm off to classes now. Maybe I'll write something a little more deep next time? :P
//over.n.out

Love Me?

The fascination with metaphors came when I was 9 years old. I never realized how I can explain how I feel so accurately before then... How incredible is it that you can compare something so minute to something out of this world. You can compare to ideas, feelings, and even Heaven to an object that beforehand seemed so unworthy. Everything is a metaphor in my mind. My clothes, glasses, computer - they are all metaphors to something for me. But the most important one of all is myself. I am a metaphor of love. I seem so unworthy to that comparison, I know. But I am humble when it comes to my success... I am patient when it's needed most. I am not proud, I am not rude, and hold no grudges. I am kind, hopeful, trustful and trusting to even the most chaotic of strangers. I protect my family and friends and do whatever I can to make sure they are always happy...

And for that, I like to believe that I can correctly compare myself to Love...


"love is patient. love is kind. it does not envy. it does not boast, it is not proud. it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."
--1 corinthians 13:4-7

The Journey to Writing a Book

So I never realized how raw and vulnerable I would be writing and pitching my idea to people. I had absolutely no idea I would feel stupid, empty, and so in-the-way when it came to my book. Yes, I'm still writing it. No, it isn't easy. Some things in my life have always been a secret, and it's mind blowing to see me get them down in paper.

It is quite a journey, learning about myself and who I am while I'm writing about my life. I feel like a sappy Alanis Morisette who rambles even more than she does. How do I tell everybody, even strangers, intimate details about my life that I don't even share with myself most days? I guess that was the point. To get it across that I'm not ashamed to be who I am and live the life I'm living... It is quite the journey and I can't wait for everybody to read it one day. One day soon I hope?

So I'm on the road to becoming a successful author and I'm stumped at how one becomes a successful blogger? Do I have to draw penises and cocaine on celebrity faces and make fun of them like Perez Hilton? Do I have to make sexual innuendos about male and female celebrities alike like Chelsea Handler? I hope not!! I don't really have that many friends, and that's the truth... So who will even read my blog? Random people? That's okay with me :)

And even if nobody reads it, at least I tried. And at least I get to talk to myself on paper. It makes me feel more sane than just talking to myself.

//over.n.out