Epiphany

Now, I know I said I was going to post a blog involving unicorns and a rainbow ninja, however, due to lightning striking my house and ANNIHILATING my freaking computer, I am unable to upload the pictures I drew for the blog, and that kind of blog DEMANDS pictures. Of course, I COULD just install my tablet onto this laptop that is currently serving as a temporary replacement for my dearest Sandra (may she RIP), however, as I've said before, I'm lazy.. Deal with it.

Despite the fact that I could post a blog about the lightning strike and the earthquake that hit my house within two days of each other and the hurricane that is currently heading towards it, I won't be doing that. That can wait. Or..just not happen at all. ..It probably won't happen. Just sayin.

No, today's blog will be on a thought I had whilst taking a poo. After all, I tend to get wonderful epiphanies whilst I am in the process of pooing. It's a quirk.

Now, as many of my friends/family know, I am fat. It shouldn't surprise any of you readers, either, seeing as I have said before that I am lazy, and..well..let's face it, I'm a huge nerd. I can pretty much safely assume that most of you ever so few readers have come to the conclusion that I am a fat lonely teenager who has nothing better to do than draw craptastic pictures to put in her craptastic blog.
And you are completely and totally right.

However, upon looking into the mirror this morning and seeing my fat self in a pair of booty shorts and a mickey tee-shirt I realized that, yes, I am fat, and I could really do well if I lost some weight. But I'm not going to stress out over my weight like some of my other..heavier friends do. Yes, I will diet and try to exercise a little more, but I'm not going to beat myself up over another failed diet. And why should I? After all, isn't life just one big trial and error? Yes, I'll try again, but if I fail at a diet, I'm not going into a big ol depression and start thinking that I'll die fat and alone (even though, yes, I probably will, I have no real problem with that). And in between those failed diets, I won't stare in the mirror and call myself a fatty, like I know some of my friends do, and I myself have done in the past. I will look in the mirror and say "hey, at least I'm huggable.'

Because really, wouldn't you rather hug someone squishy than someone who barely has any fat on them and it kind of bony?
Not that I'm promoting being fat. It's not good for your health. However, I will say this: fat chicks have more fun. Because, after a while, we stop caring how bad we look and we just go for it man.

Because we're just that awesome :)