It seems like the only time I really come on here anymore is to vent, but hey, so be it.
In the words of a stereotypical white girl, I can’t even right now.
I stated my feelings regarding fat-shaming and the ugly hearted fat-shamers back when Kelly Clarkson was being attacked and you know what, people haven’t let up. Apparently, carrying extra weight is now a crime, at least if you’re a public figure (or at least thats how people treat you).
I can’t wrap my head around people being so cruel and making such inappropriate comments about a person’s weight. It’s disgraceful. Mocking someone’s weight is a cheap shot.
I’m not going to comment on whether I agree or disagree with Chris Christie and his political ways, but please, don’t be one of those bashing idiots that fat-shames him. How about educating yourself and criticizing his intellect or mistakes? If all you can do is poke fun and mock someone for not being able to control their weight, it shows just how ignorant of a person you really are. What justifies bullying and humiliating a man for personal issues he’s had to deal with for most of his life?
There’s no reason why you cant call out Christie for his political ambitions, but it should be because of his actions, not his waist size. Grow up, America!
How about being nice for a change? Is that so much to ask for?
It is ok to be angry. It is never ok to be cruel.
I guess it’s time to lower my expectations for society.
Mondays suck, amiright? You know what sucks more than a Monday? A Tuesday that feels like a Monday. It’s been a while, but I’m back… In full force, nonetheless. Of course, my first post back is going to consist of me complaining about our godawful society (what else is new).
Why is our society so fixated on celebrities? Why is it that any time something remotely traumatic (self-inflicted) happens to a public figure, everyone acts sympathetic and concerned? Are we really surprised that Charlie Sheen is HIV positive? The man spent more money on prostitutes and had more careless sex than we could imagine, so what do you expect, for him to beat the odds? Let’s not even bring up the boat load of drugs this guy blows (pun intended) money on. If you act stupid, stupid things happen. I don’t know (I don’t care), maybe I’m being super sensitive towards the subject, but I don’t feel like we should praise celebrities the way everyone does. There are far more important issues in the world than Charlie Sheen and his mindless mistakes!
Snap back to reality, fools.
May the rest of your week be better than my Monday… I mean Tuesday… Whatever.
I read a quote last night and it really struck me.
“None of us like judgmental people. But we are all, to a certain extent, judgmental people. After all, one must be judgmental to even judge others as judgmental.”
It’s a really interesting way to put it. Truthfully, I had to read it back to myself about three times before I understood (but that was probably just the wine).
I don’t consider myself to be a judgmental person. On the contrary, I’m that person who’s heart aches for those that are constantly judged and belittled.
Everyone is so judgmental and I can’t begin to understand, nor explain why.
The way I see it is, we are all flawed and we really must find a way to be patient with the imperfections of others. Everyone you meet will be slightly imperfect and that’s completely ok, because perfection is both unrealistic and unattainable. Sometimes, the smallest defect turns out to be someone’s most unique feature.
We are all human. You shouldn’t have to apologize for your flaws. You shouldn’t have to justify your mistakes or your past. As long as your growing and learning, just live to your own expectations.
Passing judgment on someone else doesn’t define them as a person, but rather defines you. I don’t care about your screwed up past, I don’t care if you have face tattoos or 20 piercings, I don’t care if you have a lot of money or don’t, I am in no place to judge and neither is anyone else. Humans by nature are not perfect and imperfections are what makes the world beautiful.
I woke up this morning completely unaware that this was even a ‘thing’. I’m literally sitting here laughing out loud, in a combination of disgust and amusement, watching the twits of America participate in such a mindless activity (The Kylie Jenner Challenge). Like, what is your life?
Take a good look at the before and after. Kylie Jenner has obviously had lip injections and is for whatever reason ashamed to admit it. That’s not a magical lip liner and she’s certainly not sucking her lips into a shot glass, everyday. Morons.
If you take part in the Kylie Jenner Challenge, you deserve those big, ugly, bruised lips. What did you expect to happen, anyway?
The Kardashians are a plague on society and anyone who follows them is not only spiritually dead, but brain dead.
Ya’ll need jesus.
Point being: Stop trying to look like a washed up celebrity. Just love who you are… Every last bit of yourself!
When did body-shaming become acceptable? Oh wait, it’s not! Putting people down, just for your own ignorant self-satisying reasons is beyond cowardly. Honestly, if you find pleasure in hurting someone’s feelings, you live a very sad and empty life. Stop looking out the window and start looking in the mirror!
Lets be real, no one has the perfect body, unless you’re someone significant like Heidi Klum and can afford a personal chef/personal trainer. Even then, I’m sure even Miss Klum suffers from her own personal insecurities, as we all do.
Does the Kelly Clarkson fat-shaming story infuriate anyone else? Seriously, I’m cringing just thinking about it. If you’re not already familiar with the story, allow me to fill you in.
Basically, British journalist Katie Hopkins is now the most hated woman in Britain, after blasting Kelly’s weight. Hopkins said, “Jesus, what happened to Kelly Clarkson? Did she eat all her backing singers? Happily I have a wide-screen.” She also tweeted, “Darling, if you had a baby a year ago, that is not baby weight. It is fat. Quit calling it cute names to make yourself feel better” and “Baby weight, puppy fat, muffin top. We’re so weakwilled we have to make up cute names for fat. Babies, puppies, muffins. Nope. Just fat love.”
After extreme Clarkson fan backlash, Hopkins tweeted “Look chubsters, Kelly Clarkson had a baby a year ago. That is no longer baby weight. That is carrot cake weight. Get over yourselves.” (Jaw dropping) What I find hilarious is that Katie was insulted after being called a bully. Hypocrite much?
So, how did Kelly respond, you ask? During an interview, when about the fat-shaming Tweets, Clarkson said she had no idea what they were talking about. When the reporter explained who Hopkins is and what she had written, Clarkson laughed. “That’s because she doesn’t know me,” she said. “I’m awesome! It doesn’t bother me. It’s a free world. Say what you will.” Now that’s an inspiring woman. She followed up by saying, “I’ve just never cared what people think,” she told Heat magazine. “It’s more if I’m happy and I’m confident and feeling good. That’s always been my thing. And more so now, since having a family – I don’t seek out any other acceptance.”
In your face, whatever your name is Hopkins. Kelly doesn’t know who you are, nor care what you think. Kelly Clarkson has proven to be beautiful, both inside and out. Good for her, for paying no mind to the haters!
Should we make fun of Katie Hopkin’s weight? No, because we’re not cruel obnoxious human beings. Sorry not sorry, Katie, but your opinions are no longer relevant and nor are your idiotic criticisms. Bye, felicia!
If there’s a lesson to be learned, don’t be hateful or judgmental, because even if you’re the most beautiful person in the world, you’re sure to look ugly. Cardinal rule, “Treat others as you would want to be treated.”
There comes a time in your life where you begin to reevaluate your friends, school, work, love, life (everything really.) This spell of over-thinking usually results in a mental breakdown and an empty bottle of wine.
Am I nearing the end of a beautiful era? …heart pounding… Cue the anxiety attack.
How are we expected to know what we want to do with the rest of our lives, during our final years of youth?
Well, I’m here to tell you, it’s not gonna happen (or at least it hasn’t yet.) I’m almost 23 and still lost. As scary as it sounds, there’s a sense of beauty in being lost. I’m fully embracing my youthfulness. You’re only young once, you have plenty of time to sort it all out, later. Make mistakes, take chances and regret nothing.
Don’t stress the “shoulda, coulda, woulda.”
Life is full of trials and tribulations. You’re not going to have the answers to everything, you won’t have everything figured out and you’re not always going to get it right the first time around. So, go with your gut, take a risk and see where it steers you. Sometimes, the wrong choices lead us in the greatest and most unexpected directions. Regardless, everything happens for a reason and although it may not be ideal, you have to trust the journey.
“Nothing will ruin your 20s more than thinking you should already have your life together.”
So, I know I’ve been busy lately, but that’s no excuse to neglect my blog (for 15 days, to be exact.)
I’m sincerely sorry to have deprived you all of some majestic posts… I’ll try to make it up to you.
As I’m sitting here with a glass of wine in hand, (no surprise there) my mind can’t help but trace back to a conversation I had earlier.
Lets be real, take a minute to think about your priorities in life. What do you value most? What do you genuinely care about? What brings you absolute happiness?
What I can’t seem to wrap my head around is why people today are more concerned with how many “likes” their Instagram picture gets, or how many people comment on their Facebook posts, or what their favorite celebrity ate for breakfast…
I kid you not, walking through the halls of Stockton College, this is all I hear countless people talking about (other than their lame Tinder profiles.)
Ok, yes, it’s fun. But do you realize there’s more to life? Who cares about that virtual shit. Are those likes and comments going to land you a job or benefit you remotely in any way? (no…)
Speaking of mindless celebrities, has anyone seen the T-mobile “help save the data” commercial with Kim Kardashian-Humphries-West? Literally just saw it for the first time. Homegirl needs to fall off the earth.
Why aren’t people more concerned with something meaningful, something that gives a purpose to your life?
Do something for someone, find a way to help change the world, or to help change a single life (anything counts.)
But whatever you do, get over yourself & stop being so damn self-centered (we’re all a little guilty of it.)
Until next time (and I promise, it won’t be 15 days) xo
Why is it a natural instinct for we as humans to harp on the bad instead of boast about the good?
No matter how much good I do in this world, I always feel as if nothing is ever quite enough – it’s a constant battle. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not chronologically unhappy or in any way shape or form a negative soul. On the contrary, I’m full of life and good vibes. But day after day, I try to be a perfectionist & the thirst is real.
I’ve said it before – perfect doesn’t exist. So, then why am I harping? Why is self-satisfaction non-achievable?
I know I’m not alone – there are people reading this, thinking “hey, that’s me.”
I took the liberty of coming up with five golden ways to ease the mind of my fellow perfectionists (for this has recently helped me):
Don’t set too high of standards for yourself or for others – the bigger the standards, the bigger the letdowns.
Set realistic & achievable goals – if you set goals you know you’re not going to reach, chances are, you mentally will stop yourself from trying.
It’s important to reflect on our everyday failures and mistakes – never let them define you as a person.
Expect to be judged and understand you’re going to have haters & critics in life, but take what they have to say with a grain of salt… build upon it and move forward – burry your haters with a smile.
Recognize the beauty in imperfection – do what you can, with what you have.
“Too many people spend too much time trying to perfect something before they actually do it. Instead of waiting for perfection, run with what you’ve got & fix it as you go.”
Stop beating yourself up – we are all a work in progress.
A little mid-week (or shall I say, hump day) motivation…
“You will always too be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge. Apologize for your mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone – profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.”
– Danielle Laporte
Seriously, how spot on is this quote?
It happens much too often that people want to “conform” to the norm. (yes, that unintentionally rhymed) What is the “norm” anyway? Are any of us actually normal? (no, because normal is painfully boring.)
Always be yourself, unless you can be a majestic mermaid, then of course always be a mermaid.
No, but really – I think it’s the biggest cop out in the world to change who you are for another person, (for the wrong reasons.) If someone doesn’t like you, screw them – that’s their loss.
Be you, (whether people like it or not) embrace what makes you different and appreciate your unique qualities. Don’t adapt to that silly little thing we call “the norm.”
Lastly, don’t sweat the petty bullshit, because I’m almost positive it’s literally impossible to please everyone (or really anyone for that matter), so there’s no point in trying.
After all, “no one truly interesting is universally liked.”
Repeat after me – I am who I am & your approval is not needed (nor relevant.)
10 hour shift on my feet – I deserve a foot rub, fo’ free.
Let’s be real, that isn’t going to happen. (cue the sigh)
I guess unwinding with an XL glass of wine will have to suffice.
In today’s news: Wet Seal at the Hamilton mall closed it’s doors. I pity all the basic b*tches, because I don’t know how they will ever survive now.
While we’re on the topic of “basic b*tches” – how many of you gullible gals actually believe The Bachelor is real life? Ok, for those of you saying “omg like totally”, you’re probably going to be single forever. No, not probably… You’re going to die single (lets face it, the truth hurts.)
Now, if you’re reading this post, asking yourself “what’s a basic b*tch?” Well, you’re in luck, because I’m surrounded by them (which practically makes me an expert.)
Basic rolls beautifully off the tongue, doesn’t it? It’s a useful insult. Like trashy, it derives its power from the knowledge that if you can recognize someone or something as basic, you probably, yourself, aren’t it.
If you wear sweat-inducing Uggs with denim cut-offs, you just might be a basic b*tch. If you think “T-Swift” is classic, if you smell like a Victoria Secret store and think your scarf from Forever 21 is “so vintage”, you might want to check yo’self before you wreck yo’self (because girl, you’re basic.)