On- On Top Of The World

Since I’m in such a great mood, I’ve been persuaded to write another blog post.
Let me tell you something about how I’m feeling right now. I’m feeling confident, independent and on top of the world.
I feel like I’m growing up and becoming responsible.
I don’t need a man to be happy. Hell, what I need are my friends.
I don’t need to pressure myself and tell myself I’m not good enough for this and that ’cause I’m learning day by day that I’m damn well good enough for anything.
Now, I go shopping. And when I buy clothing, I buy things that I like and feel confident in. I don’t care if a guy will like me in it or not. I just want to use it to express myself.
All I can be is myself and that’s what I’m going to be.
I will continue to express my artsy-ness, free spirit, determined, independent, opinionated, loving self to everyone, to the world. And hope that they love it because that’s all they’re going to get.

Dear Me, I want you to recognize all little and big dreams of yours. I want you to go to whatever colleges you think suits you best. I want you to travel to your hearts content. I don’t want you to settle for anyone or anything that isn’t up to your standards. Never give up on your blog.

By the way, I’m nearing 200 subscribers or followers on my blog and I can’t tell you how amazing that is to me. You guys read me, like me and understand me. It’s literally a dream come true. Every new subby I get, I rejoice. I’m thankful. It’s nice to feel heard. I love you.

I look like a Pakistan-y Woman

Hello my loves <3 I am feeling so incredibly happy today! Or, I should say tonight.

Today was by far the best day I’ve had in awhile. I started it off with finishing a beautiful bag.

I will customize my colors if you’re interested in ordering one 10$ Unless I have to send it far from here!

A little later I got to drive around my parents, I love driving! I love the freedom and I can’t wait to get my license soon.

Then I met my friends Amanda and Tahir with my parents at the movie theater. Me and Manda went on a quick shopping spree, I got so much Hello Kitty stuff. I think I’m officially addicted to Hello Kitty… Once I get more money, I looked on ebay and a few other websites and found cute cheap jewelry of hers and a cute flat bill hat that’s cheap! Ah. So in love. Pics up later of what I got.
My parents, Amanda, Tahir and I saw The Avengers. I recommend that movie. It’s great humor, action and full of Bad ass-ness. It’s the bomb diggity. For real.
After the movie we all went to my favorite pizza joint and got some nummy pizza! Me and Tahir had Vegetarian pizza. He’s Pakistan-y so he doesn’t eat pork (I believe that’s it) so he just ate vegetarian with me.
Which, by the way, with exercise, no meat and lots of water, over a week I can see some difference. I love it.
Anyway, we took Manda home, and were taking Tahir home when my step dad realized that Tahir’s house dad (he’s a foreign exchange student) was a pretty well known bow hunter. And he lives just a few miles from us. So he was determined to shake his hand and all that. Which turned into them inviting us in and the parents and my parents talked for hours as me and Tahir had a photo shoot in his room. I was modeling some of his Pakistan-y scarves and mens wear. Haha, it was great. I’ll try to upload some pictures in another post when he puts them on Facebook.
He said I look Pakistan-y when I have the clothing on. He wants me to come and visit him in Pakistan later. My parents agree that I should. So I’m thinking, I need to get a job right quick and save up. I am so enthralled with their language and culture, it’s so interesting to me. Along with that, after I finish all my spanish classes I’m going to focus on learning his language, Urdu.
Also, his house parents are convincing my parents to be house parents for my senior year. I want that so bad! I want a girl from Pakistan. Share a room, show her around.
Anyway, great day.
I will miss my Tahir when he goes back to Pakistan on the 21st of June.

Thanks for reading me, I appreciate it. I love talking to you.

He didn’t take your talent

You look like a sign

That’s done it’s time
Stopped it’s shining’
And now you’re flickering’
Out of order
like you’re on the boarder
Of no return
You use to yearn
Use to thrive
Have a passion that governed your life
But now you don’t remember
Cause of what happened back in December
That party was booming
The liquor, you were consuming
This part ain’t hazy though
How that boy ripped off your clothes
Through you on the bed
And demand you give him head
Your words said no and so did your actions
He just wanted to divide your legs, like a fraction
You fought and fought, but guess who was stronger
Now that mindset is stuck and you don’t feel strong any longer
You’ve given up
What that boy didn’t even take
He took your innocence, but he didn’t take your talent

More meat for you!

Thinking about me going a month with no meat makes me think about why I originally did this. And it brought up some old strong feelings. When you eat meat, do you associate it when animals dying? Do you associate it with how they might have been killed?
Animals aren’t treated correctly. They do have feelings. They’re like us, but we’re more advanced.
I know the arguments I’ll get and quite frankly I don’t care.
1. “You’re killing plants though.”
I have more sympathy for things with a central nervous system.
2. “God put animals on earth for us to eat, aren’t you religious?”
I have free will, don’t I?
And why do people care what I do. More meat for you, right? What I do, does not effect you. In fact, it doesn’t effect much.
It’s just a personal preference.
Thanks if you support me!
If you’re vegetarian, comment some good food ideas!

I’ma go with out it all summer and maybe longer.

No Meat For A Month!

Today marks the first day of No Meat For A Month! I decided that I want to stray away from one thing every month so for the first one, it’s meat. On top of that I will not be drinking any soda but, that’s not a month thing, it’s for good, for now. I want to try and drink 85 oz. of water a day. And lastly exercise 4-5 days a week.
I want to feel better about myself, get healthier, feel more energetic and not be afraid to flaunt myself like it’s no one’s business!
I encourage all of you to try this Stray Away For A Month Thing. Take something out of your diet or everyday life for a month. Maybe take out something you’re addicted to, because that’d be hard and you’d learn if you truly needed it or not.
I know one thing’s for sure, I’m not giving up blogging for a month! F that!
I hope you all have a super day and week! Pray for warm weather.

We stay at home, in fear of our neighbors

“He was a great man. He had many friends here and came to see him quite often. Those were good days when a man had friends from distant clans. Your generation does not know that. You stay at home, afraid of your neighbor.”
Things Fall Apart – Chinua Achebe

Whilst I was being a good student and reading what I was suppose to out of the book Things Fall Apart I came across this quote and even though this applies to African clans, this can very much be interpreted to be relevant in this generation. My generation.
Our generation is on the internet, is on the phone. We talk through text messages, IM’s, etc. more than we do in person. We sit at home and play video games, search the latest Memes and blog ’cause we think that’s classy. (See, even I apply).
Now, I don’t fear my neighbor, I just don’t like them.
And I have some friends from other “clans”… “states or “countries”.
None the less, it was a simple observation I had about my generation.

What do you think of this generation?

Real Women Have Curves

Something that has irritated me quite recently is all this propaganda of, “Real Women Have Curves.”
People use to and still do say and think that skinny is better than fat. However, how is it any better to imply that a woman with no curves isn’t a real woman at all. That is parallel to saying that people who are bigger, aren’t really people at all which entitles that we can treat them like shit.
I understand how it feels to be called names and treated differently because of my weight. I know how easy it is to feel a sense of revenge by saying, “I’m a little curvier, but that just makes me all the more  a woman.”
No, no. You’re just becoming the people who you hated all your life.
All women, curvy or not are women. There’s no need for revenge by saying equally as hurtful things. Because guess what? The whole world doesn’t just like skinny people. And the whole world doesn’t just like fat people. There’s a place here for everyone.
Now that that’s over I have something important to say. Not that what I had just said wasn’t important. ‘Cause it was by golly.
I just got done watching one of those lifetime documentaries “To be Fat Like Me” I think it was called. Look it up on Youtube.com where I watched it. I’ve seen it before. But, now I realize that I feel like I’ve lived that movie in a sense.
Unlike her, I started fat and ended skinnier. All my life I was full of giggles and happiness until I showed signs of obesity. I used food as a coping mechanism. Yadda yadda, you know the story.
Anyhow, I started at the school I am now in 8th grade. My only friend for the longest time was Amanda, we were both roughly the same weight so instantly we felt a commonality. I remember my first thought when I saw her, “She looks shy… I feel alone. We’re around the same weight… It’s worth a shot.” And look at us now, best friends. I can say this though, it wasn’t how we were the same size that kept me friends with her. It was our true commonalities in what we thought was funny. We got along great.
I started losing weight I’d have to say around the end 9th grade. In 9th grade I was a vegetarian and lost some weight. But in that summer I got sick a lot and lost more weight. Once I lost that weight I got inspired to be healthier and eat less. The pounds still shedding. 10th grade is where the story gets interesting. I’m smaller and I’m gaining more friends. 11th grade, I feel like the life of the party. People love me, think I’m funny.
Isn’t it funny? The people I had been around for awhile had started becoming my friend more and more as the smaller and smaller I got.
Now, half the people at my school I know aren’t my real friends but I still have fun with them. I know there’s a few that would do anything for me, those are the ones who’ve stuck it out with me through thick and thin. Haha, get it? Thick and thin… Fat and skinny.
What I’m trying to say here is, you don’t need to change to get the friends you want. I don’t need to get skinnier to gain the attention I want (positive kind). I don’t need to get skinnier to get more friends. Because the ones that are your real friends will like you as a thicker girl. Same with boyfriends or anything of the sorts. If they can’t be with you through your “worst” then they don’t deserve you at your “best”. Worst and best being in quotation marks because we’re talking about weight here and no one is better just because of their weight.

Be true!