skinny is the new beautiful

Last week, I bought Cleo (fashion magazine). My friends and I gathered around it in a circle on my bed and we flipped through the pages enthusiasticly. It was after all, the 50 eligible bachelors issue. Heheh... However, the so-called eligible bachelors were rather disappointing. The lip gloss on their lips was quite obvious. Then, as we oohed and aaahed over beautiful pictures of female models in their designer dresses and expensive make-ups I noticed that all the models in the magazines are very skinny. I don't mean model-skinny, I mean anorexic skinny. I look at those advertisements and wondered aloud how these skeletal figures can be considered beautiful. Besides that, everyday in fact, i stumbled across advertisements about weight reducing pills, Osim machines which vibrate the fats off of your body and Atkins diet.

When i was little, I used to hear people say this a lot:
"I want big house, big cars, big tv, and a big spouse."
Whatever happened to having 'big spouse'?
I think nowadays, it's all about being skinny. We have skinny jeans, slim-fit clothes... Heck, even electronic devices are competing to be thin and small!!
Flat screens, ipod nano, motorola razor which won't bulge in your pocket, etc etc~~

The truth is,we only think skinny equals beauty because we are surrounded by influences that tell us this. Of course, mass media is not the only thing that reinforces this. Family members,peer pressure and our surroundings could be the the reasons too. Human beings can be too greedy sometimes. We want to have everything but even if we have all the things in the world, we would go out for space exploration to get what's out there in Mars too.

"Scarcity is the limited resources to satisfy unlimited wants." -Economics.

People in other parts of the world are struggling to find a morsel of food to feed off their starvation and yet here, young girls stand in front of their mirror crying out and say "I'm fat!" when they can no longer fit into an XS sized t-shirts. Instead of looking in the mirror in self-obsession , why not take a look at the picture of starving kids in Africa. If we can muster compassion for them,then let's stop this ridiculous notion of turning anorexic or bulimic.

Oh, and Barbie dolls may look pretty, but they're plastic. I even found an amusing fact that if barbies were a real human being, they can't walk or even stand up straight because the size of their head is too big for their small neck and their dainty feet could not support their massive.... um, bossoms. haha... =p

So, to girls out there: EAT. =)

trapped.

Alone in my room only with an open Chemistry book on the desk as my companion.

Another message from my friend asking me why I did not replied her message last night. Another question from my parents asking me when will be given a semestar break so that we can go to Pulau Redang together.

I am on an emotional roller-coaster ride. I'm up then down. Sometimes I get so high, I'm on cloud nine. Dizzy with excitement and a rush of adrenaline. Later, I fall into what seem like a dark bottomless pit that send me screaming at the top of my lungs. Screaming in despair and hopelessness. Praying for God to help me pull through.

Scared of not doing enough. Of not getting enough. I used to be so carefree. My mind was free.

I was free.

I look at myself in the mirror now and I feel suffocated. I can't run away.

tell me.

I was playing football with my roomate on one morning. The weather was brilliant! Not too hot and not too cold. We jogged around the park twice and we felt really great. That guilt of eating maruku last night while watching The Hills Have Eyes was finally banished from our conscience. The 9 o'clock sun was getting hotter, scorching our skins and evaporating our sweats. We decided to head back home. THEN, suddenly... WE saw one person we didn't quite like. NOt hate, it's just that that person annoys us so darned much.

I said "Uh-oh."
And i can tell my roomate was groaning inwardly. She was looking down to the ground,wishing,i was pretty sure to be anywhere but there at that particular moment.
And that person said,
"Why are u guys playing football?"
What a question. I replied, "We exercise!!" and smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, so why are you playing football?"he asked again.
I blinked. Once, then twice.
How thick can this person be?
"Because... It's fun...?" My answer sounded like a question. Maybe because i didn't know what kind of answer he wanted.
Irritated, he said, "No, i mean, if you want to exercise, then why are you playing football? You girls should play netball! Why did you go and play football?"

I swear i could have screamed "YOU SEXIST -------!!!"
But I just stood there and smiled politely.
My ma and abah would be so proud of me because I have grown up into one sugar-spice-and-everything-nice girl.*gag* Finally my sharp tongue has lose its edges. Yaay.
None of those wise-cracks anymore. *sigh*


So what if i want to play football?
You can't tell me what to do.
I could have played rugby if i wanted and it wouldn't have affected him in any way at all.
You tell me what to do, I'll tell you this:

Mind your own business. =D