Fun for a week. Time to get a job on hand done.
Check out the lovely tag left by anonymous. Yes I'm fat! Even after all the kayaking, cycling, running, blading and cable-skiing I've been doing. *grin*
That comment left there was a startling thought though. It is pretty sad how some girls will diet their way, binge and then go puke..simply to achieve a rib-cage with skin draping over it. Is it very nice parading in a bikini with your rib-cage showing, your collarbone sticking out too much, your cheeks sunken hollow and your thighs the same size as your calves? Apparently the male population believes that is beauty.
Why do we females subject ourselves to self torture, merely to become objects of lust in male gazes (and their hidden desires)? Bless those who have the perfect body - toned and beautiful. Sad.
Funny how guys don't have to achieve washboard abs and perfect muscle definition to be praised by females. Funny how females are constantly trying to iron out their tummy (if they have one like mine. haha!) just to fit into nice clothes that I personally think are meant for dolls.
What if I happened to be one of those girls who care real badly about what people think about my fats? Will anonymous' comment have spurred me to diet excessively and run till my lungs collapse simply because my tummy happened to be really huge in that picture? What if I were one of those girls who will not eat anything the whole day in order to fit into size 8 clothings?
Then I wouldn't be living a life I love now. My passion is the outdoors, extreme sports provided my cash flow allows. It takes a certain endurance, a certain amount of strength, and physical fitness to pursue this passion. For one, I wouldn't be able to do such things if I eat pathetic amounts of food. So I suppose its a give and take thingy. Unless I happened to be blessed with superbly high metabolism rate, which I happened not to be (oh how unfair)..but ultimately, who bloody cares?
Countless people have said I've grown fatter, countless people have asked me to do something about my size. My answer to them? Ha-ha. Tell me how to slim down without losing a fraction of my current strength and endurance. Or sponsor me for Prettislim's slimming programme. Or Marie France Bodyline if those nimwits only heard of one such slimming centre.
Darren's got me hooked to Groove Coverage.
Genres on my playlist are currently R&B, trance, bit of Techno, Eurodance? *unsure*
Time to party. Time to let my hair down.
Getting blacker as the days go by.
Living life the way I want. Minus the work. :)
Check out the lovely tag left by anonymous. Yes I'm fat! Even after all the kayaking, cycling, running, blading and cable-skiing I've been doing. *grin*
That comment left there was a startling thought though. It is pretty sad how some girls will diet their way, binge and then go puke..simply to achieve a rib-cage with skin draping over it. Is it very nice parading in a bikini with your rib-cage showing, your collarbone sticking out too much, your cheeks sunken hollow and your thighs the same size as your calves? Apparently the male population believes that is beauty.
Why do we females subject ourselves to self torture, merely to become objects of lust in male gazes (and their hidden desires)? Bless those who have the perfect body - toned and beautiful. Sad.
Funny how guys don't have to achieve washboard abs and perfect muscle definition to be praised by females. Funny how females are constantly trying to iron out their tummy (if they have one like mine. haha!) just to fit into nice clothes that I personally think are meant for dolls.
What if I happened to be one of those girls who care real badly about what people think about my fats? Will anonymous' comment have spurred me to diet excessively and run till my lungs collapse simply because my tummy happened to be really huge in that picture? What if I were one of those girls who will not eat anything the whole day in order to fit into size 8 clothings?
Then I wouldn't be living a life I love now. My passion is the outdoors, extreme sports provided my cash flow allows. It takes a certain endurance, a certain amount of strength, and physical fitness to pursue this passion. For one, I wouldn't be able to do such things if I eat pathetic amounts of food. So I suppose its a give and take thingy. Unless I happened to be blessed with superbly high metabolism rate, which I happened not to be (oh how unfair)..but ultimately, who bloody cares?
Countless people have said I've grown fatter, countless people have asked me to do something about my size. My answer to them? Ha-ha. Tell me how to slim down without losing a fraction of my current strength and endurance. Or sponsor me for Prettislim's slimming programme. Or Marie France Bodyline if those nimwits only heard of one such slimming centre.
Darren's got me hooked to Groove Coverage.
Genres on my playlist are currently R&B, trance, bit of Techno, Eurodance? *unsure*
Time to party. Time to let my hair down.
Getting blacker as the days go by.
Living life the way I want. Minus the work. :)