Day One
Hundred Twenty Three: Ahead
What’s that
feeling when you actually like the way you look? Well, that’s not exactly right, it’s more
like I like the way I feel. I can’t see,
guys, so before I go out the front door the only things I really look at are if
you can see my bra and if the colours match.
If I feel good in what I’m wearing then it goes and keeps going. I don’t care if its UoG running gear or a
party dress, if it feels good and I feel good in it, why not, right?
I guess
that’s something I realised in Cuba. I
don’t have a killer fit bod, but I am healthy, and happy, and I feel good, so
when I wear bathing suits and dresses and jeans with converse and other things
that sometimes get me a little uncomfortable I remind myself that I am awesome,
Awesome, actually, capitalize that fuckin-A because I’m right out here, happy
to be here, and Awesome.
Is that
enough to write for today? I feel like I
should write more about things, life, if other people should feel the way I do
about myself, but you can feel this way if you want it’s your choice. I choose to listen to Eminem once in a while
but I’d never impose you to that if you didn’t want to, it’s like anything
else. If you want to feel good, you make
it happen, you can’t expect things to just happen to you. Gosh, I’m so learned, knowledged, I also know
really great concise interesting and to-the-ooint words, isn’t that obvious?
As long as
you’re cosy, why complain?
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