You know how there are some things you are completely thankful for but you can’t actually admit to since saying so would make you bitchy?  The lovely thing about the internet is you can anonymously admit to them.

So here are some things I’m thankful for but would never admit to in real life.

I’m thankful…..

-That I’m skinny.  Yes, I work out a lot to stay in shape but I’m naturally like a size zero or two depending where I shop.

-That everyone thinks I’m sweet and innocent. I don’t know where that idea comes from but it is better than being called a slut any day.

-That I have zero problem getting a date when I really want one.

-That I always date universally hot guys.  You know the ones I mean?  Everyone thinks they are good looking even if they are not attracted to them.

-For my C cups.  Well according to Victoria’s Secret they are D’s since my rib cage is so skinny.  Either way, I like that they are pretty big verses how skinny I am.

That’s all I can think of right now.

Later lovers.

Initiative and determination are two very important aspects of becoming a journalist; the skill to make the right decision at the right time is one that Dave Kerr (28) has ascertained during his short but experienced career. The music editor and online editor of the Skinny Magazine which is distributed across Scotland, predominantly in Edinburgh, Glasgow and Aberdeen, took time out of his busy schedule to talk to me about his career, music and facial hair.

Dave aspired towards becoming a journalist since he completed his degree in Computing and another in Media and Politics. He described university life as “a pile of student debt and a lot of time wasted watching Hollyoaks,” although a certain sarcasm can be perceived in his voice as he jovially speaks down the phone.

“Working as a freelancer was almost impossible after diving straight into the field but a short spell working for a festival newspaper in 2004 connected me with a small bi-weekly arts magazine called Noise which operated in the central belt.” Dave endured a long period of time writing small features for the mag before finally acquiring his own column which he used to promote and review the up and coming bands of the Scottish music scene. “Undertaking that job has put me where I am today, it seemed like a logical enough decision when Skinny came along.”

After six months of working for Noise, the independent magazine broke down leaving Dave and various other colleagues out of a job. A quick decision was the key element for Dave Kerr, thus creating Skinny Magazine which has recently become Scotland’s largest independent listing and events magazine. The new association formed roles for themselves: “I became the music editor by default for a few reasons; I was the most capable music journalist; I wouldn’t have accepted any other role and I had the most facial hair.”

Dave Kerr decided to become a journalist, not for the conventional reasons of money but for enjoyment: “It’s often just a pleasure to do it, I’m not so concerned by the financial aspect of my work so it’s mostly all about the reviews, the free tickets and the promos. Money is not normally a factor which motivates me.” For this reason, Dave Kerr is not typically affected by the recession. Although Dave loves his profession, he believes it is a common misconception that his job is constantly fun.

The aim of the Skinny magazine is to inform people of the Scottish culture and to help those who live in Scotland to go out and make the most of the scene. It gives information on clubs, gigs, bars and restaurants and publishes article and columns about new bands, films, novels and many other aspects of the Scottish media. The magazine has continued to grow since 2005 by keeping engaged with the creative and curious population of Scotland’s capital city. The Skinny has won awards for leading journalism (Allen Wright Award, 2006) and is praised for ahead-of-the-game knowledge of highly praised bands such as Arcade Fire, CSS and Twilight Sad.

Whew! Back to my old self again. It’s been a great tour. Thanks for following! Check back for more news. After I fire my webmaster.

All the best.

Elisabeth

So I’m kind of thinking that Kate Moss’ recent comment during her interview with Women’s Wear Daily is not a big deal. Actually, I’m taking it one step further and calling it (thin)inspirational. The rail thin, 5’ 6”, 105-pound model has come under fire for citing “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” as her personal motto. Critics and eating disorder counselors are deriding her comment because it’s been seen on several pro-ana (pro-anorexia) sites, encouraging its readers not to eat. Akin to refraining from believing that God is great because Malik Nadal Hassan and countless other terrorists shouted it out as they murdered their victims.

Remember when Weight Watchers’ campaign slogan was “Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels”? Where was the anti-zero lobby then? America is a morbidly obese country. According to the CDC, Colorado was the only state with an obesity rate under 20% in 2008. Thirty-two states had a prevalence equal to or greater than 25%; six of these states (Alabama, Mississippi, Oklahoma, South Carolina, Tennessee, and West Virginia ) had a prevalence of obesity equal to or greater than 30%. Sick.

In this hedonistic culture we live in, it would do us well to sometimes think outside of the pleasures of the “now”. So, I’ll second Kate’s (and Weight Watchers’) slogan and add another: a moment on the lips, forever on the hips.

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Last week, model Kate Moss was quoted as saying in an interview that “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”  I heard about the quote during my spinning workout yesterday as the instructor and fellow Healthworks members discussed it. (Read the article in the Telegraph)  Our instructor, who is one of my favorite teachers, commented to the class that “there are some really great tasting things out there, like peanut butter, or ice cream, or peanut butter ice cream.”  My fellow spinners agreed that the quote was rather absurd and a terrible commentary on the expectation of thinness in our society.  Since Kate Moss gets paid her salary to be as thin as she is, it is easy to see why she would adopt such a motto.  The greater concern, as mentioned in the above article, is that there are pro-anorexia websites and groups out there who have adopted her “motto” in support of their values and goals.

I would love to see someone famous get credit for saying something so radical as “I have to work hard and pay people a lot of money to look like this, and my job depends on it.”  While many more women in Hollywood share that they do use plastic surgeons and pay a nutritionist and personal trainer every day, this information is not out there to the same extent.

-Kelli

What is your motto for your image?

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Lizzie Miller weighs 11 stone 1 lbs and when this picture was released in Glamour magazine the small “roll” on her stomach sparked global debate about whether or not she should be accepted as a model.

The news is claiming that were all getting more obese and were slowly catching up with americans and the Scientific Advisory Committee on Nutrition telling us that we can increase our recommended daily amount of calories by 16%. For those of you who aren’t good at maths like me thats the equivalent of a cheese burger or two bags of ready salted crisps.

Weighing in at 8 stone 5 pounds I know that I make peoples eyes roll. Whats this girl talking about obesity for? She’s not fat. Looking at me you wouldnt think that I weighed that much. I have however only just reached a weight that I’ve been dying to reach for the past 4 years. No I haven’t lost weight. I’ve gained it. I’m proud of that. There are girls bigger than me and there are girls ALOT smaller than me, thats just the way life is. Nobody is perfect, but everyone in their own way is beautiful.

This beautiful that I’m talking about may not be on the surface but it can be stored underneath in a hidden personality, an extremely clever brain or a wicked sense of humour.

I’ve witnessed my friends growing up doubt themselves and I’ve been through my own doubts. Like Lizzie Miller though, I’ve learnt to love my own body.

When I was 18 I watched a friend get so stressed about her own body that she bordered on developing an eating disorder. By eating smaller meals she thought that noone would catch on. She exercised til she was exhausted and didn’t put the calories back into her body. However I did, I confronted her about it and asked her why she was doing it. Her answer? Because she was too fat. Wearing size 12 clothes I didn’t consider my friend to be fat, and neither did our other friends. We kept a close eye on her and then when we begun to worry about her, we told her Mum.  Those few months around my 18th birthday were dreadful, my friend never actually developed an eating disorder but it was a tough few months to help her realise that we all thought she was perfect the way she was. Thankfully she’s never gone back to thinking that she’d need to resort to putting herself through that again.

Asking my friend why she had put herself through all of the angst that she did, she said that she wanted to be “skinny” and “pretty” just like the girls in college that looked like they should be in the magazines. My friend couldn’t see the stuff that made everyone love her. Her booming laugh, her caring nature and the ability to make braver style choices than every other “topshop coathanger” in college.

A few of my inspirational ladies

The media has alot to do with influencing the way that young girls picture themselves. Choosing models who only fit the “skinny” criteria to feature on catwalks and in magazines influences what us girls should really look like. The role models featured in these magazines can also have a bad influence on the way that people think. Kate Moss who is deemed one of the best models in the world last week shocked the nation by stating

“Nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels”.

I don’t really follow alot of what Kate Moss does, apart from when she releases a new range at Topshop. Like the rest of the nation though I was shocked to see that someone who knows she is a role model to plenty of young girls who are easily influenced. The quote however was originally said by Steven Tyler Aerosmith who had no influence whatsoever on anyones eating habits, the word skinny was originally thin.

For me, I believe that if you love your toothy smile, make the most of your assets and even grow to love that “big” nose you are one of these people that are beautiful and represent a member of today’s real beautiful nation.

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Last night, I spent some time browsing through old Facebook pictures of me in an effort to untag the ones that made me look “unprofessional.”  While I was perusing the my photos, I realized that I’ve undergone some ridiculous weight fluctuations.

What I mean by this is that in the last six years, there was a point where I was bone thin and also a point where I may or may not have been a little…tubby.  Like a lovable teddy bear, really.  A really large, rotund, possibly boulder-like teddy bear with what may be a bit of facial fat.  I feel it just added to my general adorable-ness and lovability, but I know some who would disagree.  In any case, both skinny and XL me are worth a look.

I proudly present to you a lifetime of work, a visual chronology of my change in appearance over six years:

Sex in Size 26 Jeans

Year: 2004

Weight: 116 pounds

This was me at what was my default appearance most of my life.  For the longest time, I was this stick-like thing that was one missed meal away from anoerexia.  I also used to have a mushroom cut.  Yeah, I know, I was just the manifestation of all that is sexy.  God, look at me.  Don’t you just want to throw my frail body down on a bed and just ravage me while making sure that you don’t accidentally crush me?

Skinny Tested, Hitler Approved

Year: 2006

Weight: 130 pounds
Here I’m beginning my ascension towards the heavyweight title.  Ignore the fact that I’m posing with Hitler, but rather focus on the flesh that is beginning to creep into my arms, torso and face…a harbinger of things to come.

The Titanic Hit Me and Sank

Year: 2007

Weight: 168

BAM BITCHES!!!  LOOK AT THAT BEAST.  OH MY GOD DID I BLIND YOU WITH MY MEATY GLORY???!!!  DID I??  JUST STARE AT THAT MICHELIN MAN FIGURE AND FEEL YOUR MANHOOD CRINGE IN TERROR!!!

But for real, one year and 38 pounds later, that was me at my peak.  The funny thing is that I never seriously noticed how different I looked until I saw some pictures.  I mean, the response I got was varied too.  Guys would ask me if I was on steroids, girls would throw themselves at me (read: and bounce off) and my parents would constantly harass me for being fat.  I will say this though: attention is something I definitely got.

Beached Whale with Cute Chick

Year: 2008

Weight: 160

The weight was slowly coming off as the snide comments about my puffiness penetrated my now admittedly thick hide.  I was hesitant to lose the ability to instantly fill any shirt sleeve with my ridiculously meaty arms, but i knew a change was needed if I wanted to avoid more people mistaking me for Buddha (and not the skinny one).  With a heavy heart (literally heavy…like, really, really heavy), I gave up burgers for salad and putting indents in couches for jogging.

Goldilocks Succeeds

Year: 2009

Weight: 147

A happy medium.  I look a lot smaller in a shirt but I am definitely less whale-like in appearance.  I probably should’ve written to Jenny Craig or something lying that I used their product.  I could have ended up in a commercial.  That’d be sweet.  Fuck Jared.

-Bo

The title of my blog is not intended to incite a riot!!  The word skinny does not represent what my goal.  So, please, relax!

The title of  my blog is really more reflective of the unhealthy attitudes many, including myself, have taken with regard to weight loss.  Society has put such an unrealistic image of what women should look like, that we beat ourselves up for YEARS without realizing it isn’t US…it is THEM!!  That is not to say that being over weight is ok.  It isn’t.  There are definite guidelines that one should look at when trying to get to and maintain a healthy weight.  When one’s body is carrying too much excess weight, its vital organs are not able to function properly.  It may be YEARS before one realizes the damage one has done to their body by carrying all that extra weight.  So, just so we understand each other…I am not here to promote being ’skinny’.  I am here to promote being HEALTHY!

I have been on many a diet over the years.  I have lost weight, just to gain it back and then some.  I have found that I am a stress eater.  My emotions dictate whether, or not, I will be successful.  I am trying very hard to break that cycle.

What has worked best for me over the years is that plan that has you count your ‘points’.  I really do like the concept of being able to eat what you want so long as you stay within your ‘points allowance’.  This works well for me because I am held accountable, on paper, to fess up to what I have eaten.  The problem I run into, though, is that if I am not ready to lose the weight  I tend to play with my points.  You know…eat too many today, make up for it tomorrow.  Seems that when tomorrow comes, the points that I have are not enough and then it becomes a situation where I have ‘blown it’ and may as well begin again the next week.  This is very common with this eating plan.  I have seen it many times.

What I need to do is stay accountable by checking off my points.  This is key for me.  Also, I am trying to look not only at my points, but what I am actually eating.  Many of the foods that  I have chosen in the past to fit into this eating plan are highly processed.  When I was a bit younger, this may have been ok.  As I get older, though, I am finding that I feel much better if I eat foods that are not processed.  I am sure this would have been the case all along, but when you are in your twenties your body is a LOT more forgiving of the things that you put it through.  At least that is the case for me.

So, for me, ‘the road to skinny’ has  been fraught with potholes, blockades, and plenty of stupidity to go around.  I am trying to be much smarter this time around.  I have a pretty good handle on what my ‘triggers’ are, so that will be helpful. I am also reading labels and looking into what exactly is being put into my food.  The more knowledgable about this area that I become, the healthier I will be.  As an added bonus, my family will be healthier as well!

Follow along with me as I learn and grow in this area of my life.  Who knows, maybe you will learn something along with me!

~Scarlet

So the part of this that’s really crazy is – the couple who were leaving and I enticed them to stay and drink with us for a while – I completely forgot about them until the next Monday when I was at work.  I thought a new client had come in, but oddly enough, it was the male half of the couple.  Turns out he’s our delivery man.  Weird, I know.

He lights up! when he sees me and he says “Omg well hi Annie!” and I’m in my head saying “Well hi… weirdo?” but I smile and say “Hey buddy! How are you?” Which leads to a bunch of chitting and chatting and us having a generally good time for about two hours.  He doesn’t have a clock and I never have any real work to do.  He goes out with me on a smoke break and he says “Well can I come back later and pick up the order forms?”

Of course I said yes.  I always say yes.

So He comes back at 7:30 and it’s dark – winter is coming – and he wants to talk.  He tells me that the woman who I thought was his wife is actually his girlfriend.  I find that interesting as they have 5 children – two of which are his.  The other 3 are by three different men.  I tell him they should facebook me and he makes a face like he has to poo.  I ask if he’s a myspacer or -ack – a tweeter instead of FB and he says “We don’t have a computer… it doesn’t do good things for us.”

I immediately make a frown and say “Porn?”  He says “Worse.”  I say, “You cheated?”  He says, “Nope.”  I say, “She cheated?” He says, “Three times.”

We start talking and at some point he says, “Would it be so bad for me to cheat on her?  She did it to me.”  and I know exactly what he’s getting at.  He wants to fuck me.  So many of them do – I can almost smell it on them like cologne.

During our conversation, he tells me that she is so jealous that she has stalked women she thought he was interested in – that she’s been violent before, and immediately I know even if he was single, nothing would happen between us.  That type of crazy just isn’t my style.

So weeks pass, we don’t talk at all, none of us – except for the occasional stupid forwarded text from her.  Then yesterday out of the blue he texts me, D-Man, we’ll call him.  D-Man texts me and says “So about your birthday party (which is coming up), what kind of present should I get you, and will I be getting raped afterward at your house?”  I tell him “Uh… something expensive and no.”

He immediately responds and says “Well since I’m not getting raped, let me know what day it is so I can make sure not to be there.”  I tell him “You better be there and you better bring your wife too.”  I consistently refer to her by either her name or the pronoun Your Wife just to keep things in line.  He says, “But I don’t want to bring her, I want to be with you that night.”

Crazy, his wife, she’s like 5′10” and maybe a buck 20.  The chick is a butterface with a great body and a nice enough personality.  But he hates her.  Literally, he’s been emasculated by her and feels trapped because she has two children with him.  He hates every minute of being around her – he says.  But let me say this – if it was bad enough, he wouldn’t be there.  He’s still sleeping with her at night – they’re still fucking – He’s still supporting her while she’s in school.  He can say he hates her all he wants, but I’m not an idiot.

So he is texting me about how much he wants to be with me and I know it’s leading to a bad spot so I regulate and get it straight.  My text says something like, “Look, ur rly cute n if u wer sngle, id b all about tht, bt ur not. i dnt fck married men.”  The next text: “& i dnt apprci8e u tryng 2 use me 2 get back @ her bcos ur mad @ her rite now.  uncool.  get it 2gether.”  The last text: “U wanna b my friend, b my friend. but im not fckng u – ever. it will never happen baby. ever.”

That’s clear, isn’t it?  I think the only clearer thing I could have said was “SHUT UP BITCH, I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK.” But I’m much too classy for that language.  LOL!

So he texts me this morning and says “Annie do u live alone?”
Me:  Yep, y?
Him: Maybe I can come over 2night n say hi? LOL
Me: Ur welcome 2 cme ovr n say hi, y dont u bring ur wife w/ u?
Him: No I wanna come by myself.
Me: Thats fine, we’ll sit outside n smoke.
Him: U wont let me come in?
Me: Nah.

How much clearer can I get?  Apparently I needed to get a lot clearer because 2 hours later I get a text: “I can’t do this. I don’t wanna b that guy. I have 2 believe she won’t cheat on me. I”m a pussy.”

I return a text that says “What the hell are you talking about?  Did you think you were gonna fuck me?  How do I make it any clearer to you?  We’re friends.  That’s it. Really.”

I get no response.  Around 8 I send a text that says “D-Man, did you get my text?”
Him: Yeah, I’m @ home.
Me: O… K.  So u can’t respond?
Him: No, texting is cheating.
Me: uhm… latez.

Seriously?  That brand of crazy between him and his wife is just one I can’t get with.

The thing that makes me most angry about it is he really was using me – even though I said it in the beginning and he denied it.  Even though we didn’t have sex, the point is he finally got some attention from a woman that he doesn’t get at home – and that had him flying high.  I mean… when a chick tells you she’s never… NEVER going to have sex with you and you somehow still think she’s trying to have sex with you….

That’s a brand name I never want to have in my home.  Crazy: It’s always around somewhere.

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-Next Up:  S.13 – Orientals.

It’s been a rough week.  I’ve binged a lot, haven’t gained any weight.  I’m stressed, tired, and cold.  Always cold.  I have to put some of the blame of me being so weak onto my crazy ass mother.  She stresses me out.  And even if she didn’t, since she found out about my… eating disorder?  Whatever this is, she’s been making me eat.  And once I start, I can’t stop.

Tomorrow is a new day, though.  The start of a new week.  I’ll go to see my therapist, then go to see my lawyer.  I’ll fast, and it’ll be a redo.  Tomorrow is Monday, so I get to stay at my brothers, which is also somewhere I don’t usually eat.  I can’t wait.  I want to feel hungry again, all day.

I found this on a site I was looking at… If you have a sense of humor about your eating disorder, then you’ll probably like this.

You know you’re anorexic when…

you could be sponsored as pro for cutting huge lettuce leaves into an edible size
you spend more time planning out your eating pattern than you do on your term paper
you don’t own a single food item that does not come fat-free or reduced calorie
you haven’t “spread” margarine in months, since calorie free only comes in a spray
you’ve ripped off your clothes compulsively for the sole purpose of getting the ”accurate” weight 3 times a day
you have to schedule times with different friends so your excuse of “I already ate” will be believable.
caffeine… need I say more?
you plan strategic “eating” times so that people will think you are constantly stuffing your face.
you fill a cart with food at the grocery store and put it all back, leaving with nothing.
you spend twenty dollars on a meal and don’t put any of it in your mouth.
you know the calorie content of almost anything.
you can write your own calorie counter book/website
you automatically count calories as soon as you take a bite of something
everyone in the room is sweating in a tank top, and you’re freezing in a sweater.
you cannot drink a soda that’s not diet under any circumstances
you’re suspicious of the amount of calories the package says
you can remember the amount of calories you ate 5 days about, but you can’t remember where you put your car keys.
when you think that 100 calories for one meal is too much.
your roommate gets pissed because you keep opening (and closing) the fridge door.
you intentionally buy clothes that are a size smaller then what you currently are.
when you have to talk to yourself to find out if you can eat.
you love being hungry, because you know you’re doing something right.
you get depressed if you can’t go to your online ED-forums.

What other ones can we come up with…

Meet Pasha. Someone please ship XBOX360 to Russia, STAT!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aGQ7DAvpHc

Take away the Fancy Karate Gi, studios, weapons, CGI superhuman effects, and controlled dojos, and this is what most of the white guys look like doing karate. Still effective likely in combat, but sorry guys, the truth hurts.

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BOOTY THAT WE ALL LOVED?

By now, I’m sure you’ve heard about Kate Moss  mentioning the infamously pro-anorexic motto “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” during an interview with WWD (Story here). While I don’t think that Moss intended the comment to be serious lifestyle advice for the masses, the truth is that people, particularly the crazed, young women striving to look as starved and anemic as she is, are probably going to take it as such. I mean, a model’s primary professional concern is his or her body, so it’s not that far-fetched to believe that some people would mistake it for expert advice. Anyone with even a slight tendency to eat badly, however, will tell you there are plenty of things that taste better than skinny: bacon, Ben and Jerry’s, pizza, Junior’s cheesecake, bagels, mashed potatoes, fettuccine alfredo, and those gold-wrapped round chocolates from the gods, just to name a few.

Speaking of weight and food that’s bad for you, I heard something interesting on the radio recently about the other end of the eating disorder spectrum:

A new study done on rats suggests that unhealthy, but delicious, food can actually be as addictive as (gasp!) heroin or cocaine (side note: Kate, remember when you were in the midst of a highly-publicized coke scandal in 2005? Nothing is better than how being high off coke feels, right?). According to really smart scientists at Scripps Research Institute in Florida, rats who were exposed to “high-fat, high-calorie food” ate increased amounts as “the pleasure pathways in their brains became less and less responsive, forcing them to consume more to get the same amount of pleasure.” Even when the researchers paired the junk food with a mild shock, the rats still chose it over a nutritional alternative. And when the junk food was removed altogether, the rats preferred to not eat at all rather than eat the nutritional alternative, which is pretty indicative of addiction.

In other words, a person addicted to junk food would probably prefer to be tasered and still receive a Big Mac than have to eat a Kashi granola bar and an apple. smh.

I’m eating, I am not purging, not even working out, I am gaining weight – I can feel it – I am miserable in my body, but I wanna be ok. I am ok. And yet I just want to lose 8 more pounds to be happy. Just 8. It’s not working though, because I eat. But everytime I start restricting I realize that it is not right, that I need to eat, that I need to be ok. And I want to be ok but I want to be thin, skinny, small… whatever… but I am so big and I hate to see my body in the mirror. I compare myself each and every day and feel huge. I evaluate pictures of myself and feel horrible. 8 more pounds to happiness. And I was thinking, if I would gain 8 pounds I would be devastated. Never ever do I want to weigh more again in my life. But then I sometimes see girls who are a bit bigger and they are just so beautiful and pretty and you can tell they love the way they look, they may even love everything about them. And I see imperfection, too, understanding that it makes you unique and special… but I still want to be perfect in every way.
It really is an internal struggle fought on the outside – the physical look of my body. It is ridiculous. I used to be happy every now and then, even at times when I was bigger. But I always carried those thoughts within me, this voice, which I managed to oppress successfully at times. Maybe I need to confront it, maybe I need to argue with it to make it go away. I should try.
I actually set up an assessment day for Intensive Treatment. It is expensive which sucks and I have been spending a lot of money again lately (I always do that when I know that I need it for something else, something important… I just waste my money). I’m not sure if treatment is the right thing for me. But maybe it is. I need to find out, so December 7th I’m taking that one step.

Then I realized that men show interest in me. Everytime I went out in the last couple of weeks, I met someone. But I am drinking each time and I am basically pretty ridiculous. Anyway, I realized that I am not ready for a relationship, that I am probably not really sure what I want in or from a man. I met a lot of different kind of men and they are all interesting in their own way. Even though I am seeing M. now for about 2 months and I like him, and we can talk openly and all that, I am not sure if I really want him to be in my life so much. I am thinking and comparing everything with D.. He is just not leaving me. And I just don’t want to commit to someone right now but at the same time I want stability and security in my life. I don’t know why I think a man could give that to me, but it’s always good to know that someone may be thinking about you, that someone cares and that someone is there if you are in need. And of course, caring for someone, loving someone and making someone happy is just as satisfying if not better. I love to be loved and I love to love, but in the past I made painful experiences only. In the end I was always left alone, rejected and broken in pieces. It’s hard to pick them up each time and puzzle them back together. There are certainly a lot of scares and missing pieces. But does that mean I should give up now? I have always believed. But maybe I should start believing in myself.
Will 8 pounds help?

Jessica Simpson Braided Skinny Belt

Kate Moss continues to be an enigma because she rarely speaks in public. Asked in a rare interview for Women’s Wear Daily on her motto, she said,

“There are loads. There’s “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” That’s one of them. You try and remember, but it never works.”

That statement caused uproar as expected, but worry not. The size zeros of this world tend to look ten years past their coffin date by the time they hit their 70s – a reason for fat people to cheer.

If the diabetes, heart attack and stroke don’t get them first.

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