i've been really bored this week, the last week of my hols.
everyday i wake up, go for my run, go for my swim, eat, rot at home, sleep. the only good thing that came out of this immensely boring routine was the fact that i got to spend quality time with my momma. shopping, hanging out, eating. i love my momma. and i love the things she bought for me. heh heh.
one of which is a bee-yoo-ti-fool boho long skirt which positively shouts "Indian Summer" all over it. lovely. cheap too, cos it's from This Fashion. the downside is i have no accessories to go with it. and by the time i find these accessories the bohemian fad would have passed me by already. (see pic above)
o bother
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on a sidenote, i think i've contracted Tanorexia in the 1st degree.
definition of Tanorexia (according to some newage health website) : "an obsessive compulsive mental disorder of which the patient is preoccupied with achieving the perfect tan all year round, dieting and excessive exercise..."
excessive exercise? not really. i'm working out so much these days only because i have nothing else better to do.
dieting? i will NEVER give up eating, albeit i've cut down my portions over the past few years. i'm a very healthy eater. very finicky. and i get really pissed when my dear ones eat crap. i bite their heads off and show them my blackest face. doesn't really work in encouraging them to stop chowing on junk tho.
well ok i admit, i'm sorta into tanning now. i like being tanned. received lotsa compliments about my nice tan (including those who declare that my tan is so perfect it must be a fake). but i now realise that those who genuinely care about me are the ones who chide me in a very spoilsport-kinda way whenever i barbecue myself under the flamin noon sun.
these prized people (only a handful), they love me for who i am. they love ME. and so whether or not i look better with a tan, they completely disregard that and are concerned about the detrimental health effects and warped mindsets i have instead.
it is so easy to be swayed blindly by comments from the ones around you, and lose your true identity in the process. they tell you what you look best in, how you should wear your hair, the way you should behave - and you believe them. you then go all out to be the person they want you to be. but in the end, people just fancy a posse of "cool" goodlookers for them to be seen with.
not that i blame them of course, who wouldn't want to have beautiful people as acquaintances (note : not friends)? especially in this day and age when the pursuit of beauty has become such a maddening frenzy, it is no crime to look good as it does gets you places and more opportunities.
but that is also why it is even more important to stay grounded in a crazy world such as this. and keeping a close bunch of prized people who see the real person in you is absolutely essential. i know that even if i go to town in dowdy shorts and slippers with my prized people, they'd never comment about how shoddy i look. and it would not even be an issue in the first place.
**
suddenly realise that if i run too much, my boobies will disappear and i can't have that happening! flat chest and flat abs = boy's figure. which is terrible. and tanning will cause me to look leathery and wrinkly by age 30. i dread morphing into a shrivelled chaotar prune.
no more pointless obsessions about my image. i am perfect, and amen to that.
everyday i wake up, go for my run, go for my swim, eat, rot at home, sleep. the only good thing that came out of this immensely boring routine was the fact that i got to spend quality time with my momma. shopping, hanging out, eating. i love my momma. and i love the things she bought for me. heh heh.
one of which is a bee-yoo-ti-fool boho long skirt which positively shouts "Indian Summer" all over it. lovely. cheap too, cos it's from This Fashion. the downside is i have no accessories to go with it. and by the time i find these accessories the bohemian fad would have passed me by already. (see pic above)
o bother
**
on a sidenote, i think i've contracted Tanorexia in the 1st degree.
definition of Tanorexia (according to some newage health website) : "an obsessive compulsive mental disorder of which the patient is preoccupied with achieving the perfect tan all year round, dieting and excessive exercise..."
excessive exercise? not really. i'm working out so much these days only because i have nothing else better to do.
dieting? i will NEVER give up eating, albeit i've cut down my portions over the past few years. i'm a very healthy eater. very finicky. and i get really pissed when my dear ones eat crap. i bite their heads off and show them my blackest face. doesn't really work in encouraging them to stop chowing on junk tho.
well ok i admit, i'm sorta into tanning now. i like being tanned. received lotsa compliments about my nice tan (including those who declare that my tan is so perfect it must be a fake). but i now realise that those who genuinely care about me are the ones who chide me in a very spoilsport-kinda way whenever i barbecue myself under the flamin noon sun.
these prized people (only a handful), they love me for who i am. they love ME. and so whether or not i look better with a tan, they completely disregard that and are concerned about the detrimental health effects and warped mindsets i have instead.
it is so easy to be swayed blindly by comments from the ones around you, and lose your true identity in the process. they tell you what you look best in, how you should wear your hair, the way you should behave - and you believe them. you then go all out to be the person they want you to be. but in the end, people just fancy a posse of "cool" goodlookers for them to be seen with.
not that i blame them of course, who wouldn't want to have beautiful people as acquaintances (note : not friends)? especially in this day and age when the pursuit of beauty has become such a maddening frenzy, it is no crime to look good as it does gets you places and more opportunities.
but that is also why it is even more important to stay grounded in a crazy world such as this. and keeping a close bunch of prized people who see the real person in you is absolutely essential. i know that even if i go to town in dowdy shorts and slippers with my prized people, they'd never comment about how shoddy i look. and it would not even be an issue in the first place.
**
suddenly realise that if i run too much, my boobies will disappear and i can't have that happening! flat chest and flat abs = boy's figure. which is terrible. and tanning will cause me to look leathery and wrinkly by age 30. i dread morphing into a shrivelled chaotar prune.
no more pointless obsessions about my image. i am perfect, and amen to that.
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