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Possible Halloween Costumes

This last one has to be my favorite…just because of the hair.

Procrastination can only go so far, my friends, before you realize there’s just no point in sitting at your computer in an attempt to type up a small case study for class. I’d rather be asleep, but the guilt eats me alive. So here I am…

Not a lot of things to mention. I had a great entry planned for you all—a real throw-back to my past writings—but it requires pictures with Paint and I’m just not into the intricate art work right now! Plus the readership is dwindling…come on, people! Where are my faithful browsers? You know I write this for you! All for you! Where would your procrastination goals be without me to help you along the way?!?

I have become abnormally obsessed with the human gut recently. Recall my past entry where I posted three different pictures of bulging bellies—they are all based on actual guts I have seen with my own eyes (which have subsequently become irreversably damaged). There is a lot to be said about a girl who bares who big belly without a care: (1) she is comfortable with her body, or (2) she is dillusional. I am not one to judge, having had a bulging belly myself, but ever since I am very careful to make sure I cover it up when i need to.

My morning process goes like this: When I wake up, before I’ve eaten anything, I put my hands on my hips to see how my hands fit around my waist. After that, I proceed to view my stomach in six different angles: front, side, and back, both sucked in and not. With these varying perspectives I can gauge how much my body has changed relative to the large meals I have eaten the night before. I continue viewing my stomach throughout the day, whenever I have the chance to: i.e. bathroom breaks or reflections in windows. When my shirt happens to roll up or my jeans roll down, I pull them back into place so I am not overly-exposed. Thus my belly is kept underwraps and any possible flab is hidden from public view. It is a lengthy and time-consuming process (sometimes depressing if I have gained a little here and there), but I can feel better knowing that the public is not at risk of viewing my ugly belly if it is there.

I am not going to judge people, but I am going to voice my opinions on this because I live in America and can say whatever I want to say, on a Xanga that I created and paid for. If you are looking for a tube top in a size XXL, you shouldn’t be wearing it. Tall people can pull it off, but girls with big bellies in general cannot and should not bare their bodies. It is a fact that we are a superficial culture, and we are all judged based on our outer appearances. Yes, you may have a great personality, and yes, beauty is on the inside. But considering the fact that there is a 99.99999999999% chance that I will not get to know this internal beauty of yours, I would have to rely on what my eyes tell me than what you do. Sorry, but I’m not alone on this one. Blind people exempt, we all think the same way.

The worst ones are those girls who were skinny before, then got fat right after—but still try to fit in their skinny clothes rather than admit to themselves that they need larger outfits. I see a bunch of them on the Row: those sorority girls who pledged skinny, then crossed and got all fat right after. What is this bane of crossing into an organizition that makes people balloon? Admit it to yourself if you know it’s happened to you, because I’m not saying anything that isn’t based on actual people. Crossing = fat attack. Fat attack = bigger clothes. Fat attack also = bigger gut. Bigger gut = cover it up.

Until this attachment to looking at exposed fat guts dissipates, I will be keeping my eyes towards the ground in an effort to alleviate some of my disdain and judgementality.