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Friday, November 29, 2013

Missrepresentation

First off -- as much as I love acrylics, it's really unfortunate that you can't see my fingers as I attempt to type this post right now. I seriously wish I could film this just to humor you. It's really, really hard. I don't know how girls do it. In fact, I even had to watch this video on YouTube to learn how to function with nails.

How to Function with Nails

KIDDING.

But I really hope you watched the video...it's worth the 4:32 minutes of your life.

Secondly...

Have you ever watched the documentary called Missrepresentation?

OK, I promise -- it's really worth an hour of your life and it's life CHANGING. It's even on Netflix!

It's about how the media has completely altered and destroyed the perception of what a woman is and "should" be. Because I don't want to ruin the film for you, I will just say that I'm guilty or "trapped" or stuck in this lie that every woman should be fit and good looking -- after all, "When all else fails, at least look cute," right? Or, my favorite (that I seriously live by), "It's better to arrive late than ugly."

It's time to get OUT of that trap!

NOW -- I'm ALL about confidence and living life as if the world is your runway. Every girl should feel that confident, but the sad thing is that we DON'T. If you're a girl reading this, I'm 99.9% positive that you've struggled with one (or all) of the following:

  • Self-doubt
  • Depression
  • Anxiety
  • Discouragement
ALL because of your body image or the way you look. Am I right? Actually, there's no need to answer because I already know the answer, and it's either a yes or a HECK yes. (I can only say that because I'm also 110% guilty.)

Girls, it's a problem -- a SERIOUS problem. When are we going to stand up and just say NO?! 

"Lose weight."

No.

"Change your hair color."

No.

"Wear these clothes."

No.

"Buy this push-up bra."

No.

"Look like Beyonce."

NO!

When will we ever realize that we're enough? Will that ever happen? Or are we just going to sit here on Pinterest, Facebook, and Instagram and just compare ourselves to every other girl out there?  

Think about it this way: For every girl that you've coveted the hair of or envied the body of... can you imagine all the girls that have envied you? For your amazing smile, luscious locks, stellar calves or rockin' cheekbones? Just let that sink in. 

When you stare at yourself in the mirror, you may see pasty white skin, cellulite on your thighs, clown-feet on a body that's only 5'3", droopy old-man ears, wrinkly hands, massive calves and chipmunk cheeks...

But if only you knew what everyone else sees.

Those thick, golden locks are to die for and that smile... That smile steals more hearts than you know. And that little dimple on your left cheek? That cute little birthmark is a rare gem that only comes out when you blush. And let's not forget that rockin' behind of yours. Beyonce might have it, but it's rare on a white girl -- count your blessings.

When we look in the mirror, how often do we SMILE and say, "Wow. I'm beautiful"...?

Try it. I dare you.




Tuesday, November 19, 2013

This means war.

So my precious roommate, Jac, and I watch a movie together at least once a week. She introduces me to new movies each week, and I try to stay awake. (No, I'm not insulting Jac's taste in movies -- I'm saying that I'm exhausted by 8:30, but I refuse to go to bed because I can't sleep for more than 8-9 hours at a time.)

My FAVORITE movie so far has been Far and Away with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. If you're into the whole romance/drama/comedy thing, I highly recommend it. I'm obsessed.

And the title of this blog post... Have you ever seen that movie? This Means War?

Oh. My. Life.

#tinderprobs

We hadn't even been watching the movie for ten minutes before I turned to Jac and said, "Wow! Reese Witherspoon's hair is amazing in this movie!"

Then ten more minutes went by...

And I realized I had the same haircut.

And I do my hair the exact same way.

All the time.

She has good taste.


Please, do you see that "Utah" poof she's got goin' on?!


(Oh, and Maddie Hicks = Chelsea Lately in this movie. Just saying.)

ANYWAY.

This whole daylight savings time thing is seriously killing me. The fact that it's already dark by 5:30 is really, really depressing me. Not only is it dark and dreary, but I feel like I get lazy when it's dark this early. Since it feels like 9:30 (when it's actually 6:30), I treat life like it's 9:30 and do NOTHING for hours on end until it's time to go to bed! It sounds ridiculous but it's true!

No wonder people get fat in the winter.

But seriously.

So, with that being said... I feel lazy. But in my defense, the last six months have been terrible because I pretty much broke my leg back in June. (Okay, a stress fracture in my femur -- but it's just as painful, if not more painful than a broken leg.) Because it's my femur, they couldn't really do anything for it except tell me "Don't run on it for 8-12 weeks."

It's been 24 weeks.

Still not running.

December 3rd... that's the day.

Please, Dr. Jackson... please tell me I can run again.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Kiss & Run

I guess in order to get my "followers" back I better start actually posting on a regular basis, eh? I guess my problem is that I only blog when I have a strong, passionate, and fiery opinion about something... maybe that's how I lose followers, too? It's possible.

Anyway -- a few things today.

First order of business:


A friend of mine came over to visit yesterday and gave me this book. My initial reaction? I laughed. I'm not a commitaphobe!

And then I read the first page.

And then realized someone else other than Taylor Swift has been following me around and writing about my life.

For instance:

Page 1: "Let's face it - many women can't even commit to a lunch date, let alone a lifelong relationship."
Confession: I'm the queen of flaking out on lunch dates.

Page 2: "But take Susan, for example. At 33, she's a successful event planner who has dated numerous men, broken many hearts (including that of an ex-fiance), and had her fair share of heartbreak. Much as she wants to meet "the one," tie the knot, and have children, she continually finds herself going from one short-lived relationship to the next. Like clockwork, after three months of dating a man, she manages to find something wrong with him."
Confession: After reading this, I felt like throwing my hands up and saying, "FINE! I'm a commitaphobe!"

Page 3: "Top Signs You're Commitment-Phobic" (I'll just name a few...)

  • You have the habit of dating [or, crushing on/wanting really bad] unavailable men
  • You have a long and elaborate list of requirements for your ideal mate
  • You go from one short-lived relationship [or fling] to the next
  • You back out of plans last minute and/or have trouble setting a time for dates
  • You cultivate larger networks of friends and acquaintances at the expense of single romantic relationships
  • You have a lot of relationship trauma in your past
  • You date more than one man at a time to prevent becoming dependent
  • You have a difficult time getting over past boyfriends
  • You prefer hook-ups and friends with "benefits" scenarios to relationships [aka, NCMO's]
Confession: I really don't wanna talk about it.

Page 11: "I mean, how funny is it to want something, drive yourself crazy fantasizing about it every day, and then when you finally get it, drop it like last year's Ugg boots?"
Confession: (Aside from the fact I can proudly say that I never had those horrific Ugg boots that every girl in Arizona wore with her jean mini-skirt during mid-March in the 9th grade) --  I can empathize.

Page 15: "I think that women's commitment-phobia stems from not wanting to settle for something right now, especially since something better might come along."
Confession: The "Better-than Syndrome" of Provo, Utah... #guilty When there are so many options, who wants to settle? Even if that just means settling down?

Which leads me to my next point...

Page 16: "With so many dizzying options to pick from, today's women are far more prone to catching the commitment-phobia bug than ever before. Think about it. It's all to easy to decide on a coat of paint for your bedroom when you only have a choice of two colors. But when presented with a rainbow of equally pleasing options (caramel late, polo blue, acorn yellow), the whole matter can become far more confusing than it needs to be."
Confession: Too many choices to make a decision. Do you realize how many matches I have on Tinder? (Stop judging me, I know you're just as guilty.)

Page 19: "Whether it was watching our parents quarrel, toil away in unfulfilling relationships, or suffer the hardships that accompany a single-parent lifestyle, we swore that would never be us; we vowed to never end up in a similar situation. Now that we're older and, we hope, a bit wiser, many of us still haven't gotten over the past."
Confession: Sure divorce scares me. As it scares any kid with divorced parents. (But, I will say -- it's the least worrisome of my commitment issues.)

Page 37: "Denial: I couldn't possibly have commitment-phobia. I'm totally open to the prospect of meeting someone. Nope, that's not me. I'm always on the lookout for a new relationship. It just never works out. It's really the men's fault. I just can't seem to find anyone to settle down with, except that one guy, hmmm... No, he was really just a little too nice. I don't think it would have worked out." 
Confession: My life! HA! 

Page 43: "Commitment-Minded Connie: Can anyone say commitment-obsessed? You would rather die than end up alone, and you spend all your waking hours fantasizing about meeting the perfect guy. Not to begrudge you some frivolous fun planning a mock-wedding or lightning your "love spell" candles, but consider that just because you think you want a commitment, that doesn't mean you're necessarily ready for one. In fact, all that compulsive thinking about commitment may actually be a way to sabotage real relationships from forming and developing naturally. We often avoid dealing with our personal issues about love by escaping into a fantasy world where everything just happens magically. So while you may be enamored with the concept of a commitment, your gripping desire for it shows you may not be prepared to do the heavy lifting that relationships require."
Confession: The results of my quiz...

Page 54: "Fear of Rejection: Oftentimes our fear of commitment has to do with an immense fear of being abandoned, rejected and cast aside. Many of you have probably gone through painful experiences in which you opened up to someone only to be rejected. It's easy to react to this pain by shutting down emotionally, preemptively breaking off relationships, or avoiding dating altogether."
Confession: In the words of Taylor Swift, love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right. In the words of Pat Benatar, love is a battlefield. In simpler words: who wouldn't want to protect themselves from heartache? #wallsup

Page 60: "Is it commitment-phobia, or is it just that I haven't met the right person? Many of you are convinced that the reason why you're single is that you just haven't met the right guy. You believe that your married or committed friends just drew a better number in the love lottery and that once you meet the right person all your commitment issues will simply vanish into thin air. It's fair to say that some of you just can't wrap your mind around the fact that you haven commitment issues. In fact, "I haven't met the right person" is the most common rationalization women use to avoid dealing with their anxiety. But meeting someone who's right for you is not just about luck and good timing. It's about being emotionally and psychologically ready to make a lasting connection. There may have been plenty of guys you've met who could have been contenders, but you were probably not in the right head space to recognize them. In the end, commitment issues won't just go away when you meet the man you've been dreaming of. In fact, meeting the right person may just make them even worse."
Confession: Again, MY LIFE.

Okay, last one for today.

Page 69: I'm not picky, I'm just..." I know, I know. You're not nit-picky, you're just selective. You're not picky, you just know what you like. Repeat after me, you're not picky, you're just... 
  • "I just have high standards." 
  • "I just haven't met the right guy."
  • "I just get turned off easily."
For instance:

You: "So what's your relationship with your mother like?"
Him: "I love my mother. She's one of the greatest women I know.
Nitpicker Verdict: Mama's boy.

You: "So are you career-driven?"
Him: "Yes, I'm passionate about my work as a lifestyle counselor. I teach people how to balance their work and personal lives."
Nitpicker Verdict: Obsessive workaholic. 

You: "So when was your last relationship?"
Him: "I was dating a wonderful woman for three years, but we grew apart."
Nitpicker Verdict: Still in love with his ex.

You: "So what do you do for fun?"
Him: "Um, let's see. I love doing crosswords, hanging out at the coffee shop with friends, going to movies - that kind of thing."
Nitpicker Verdict: Slacker couch potato.

You: "So what do you do for fun?" (Example #2)
Him: "I really love the outdoors. Hiking, canoeing, camping - that kind of thing"
Nitpicker Verdict: He's totally judging me for not being outdoorsy.

Confession: I feel like this girl just described every thought I've ever had on a first date.

Disclaimer: I don't have one. I'm speechless.

Well, that was a lot for one blog post. But I must share one more thing!

I saw a recipe on Pinterest once for frozen banana milkshakes. Well, today I decided to try it, but I didn't remember the exact recipe other than the fact it had frozen bananas, hot chocolate powder, and some milk. Oh, and I decided to add some peanut butter for good measure -- and OH. MY. WORD. 

Try it. Just try it. 

In a blender:
-1 frozen banana
-A tiny bit of milk (just so the banana will actually cream-up a bit)
-1 spoonful of cocoa powder (already sweetened like Nesquick or Stephen's Hot Chocolate)
-1 TBSP of peanut butter

Blend.

DEVOUR.

Creamiest, thickest shake of my LIFE.


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Back on Board. Round 2.

Yes, I'm back.

If you're a frequent follower of mine -- or used to be, I'm honored that you've decided to start reading again. You're the reason I take the risk of basically throwing up details of my life all over the internet. It's fine. 

My last post was in May of this year... basically a whole six months ago. Can you believe it's November already? Before we know it, we're gonna be gorging ourselves with turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberries (well, some of us cranberries -- I personally find them disgusting), and pumpkin pie -- and, of course, shortly thereafter wanting to kill ourselves or at least overdose on laxatives. (Too far?) 

Anyway -- if you've read this blog or any posts from my previous (and really embarrassing) blog from 248 years ago (okay, 3), you'll know that I write a lot about my dating life. "Who in their right mind would do that?!" you might ask. Well, I oftentimes ask myself the exact same thing. And guess what? Things haven't changed, so here we go.

In the past 11 months or so, I've dated a lot. In fact, to be exact... I've been on 56 first dates upon moving to Provo, Utah -- that's right, home of the Cougars. (Go ahead, take that as literally or as figuratively as you'd like.) And in those 11 months, I've learned a lot of things. Just to humor you, I guess I can share a thing or two I've learned here at BYU.

  1. There are a lot of great restaurants in Provo. (My favorite? Station 22.)
  2. People aren't as marriage hungry here as people like to think. It's kinda nice. No pressure.
  3. BYU Creamery has the best ice cream known to mankind (Sorry, Coldstone.)
  4. The canyon is creepy.
  5. So is Squaw Peak. (Don't go there. Ever.) 
  6. Tinder isn't as "taboo" as a lot of people think and is totally worth giving a shot.
  7. But NCMO's... don't do it. And if you do it, stop doing it.
  8. Be. Yourself. STOP  worrying about what people (especially those of the opposite sex) think. If they don't like you for you, then it's time to go on another first date.
  9. Honesty is the best policy. If you're not interested, be honest and straight up -- guys appreciate it.
  10. The post-date text is always appreciated. BUT... be careful. Only send it if you're interested.
However, I must say that the most important thing I've learned in the last year or so of being in Provo is that dating (well, sucks) -- but that it's okay to not commit if you're just not feelin' it. People come and go -- and most of the time, they'll go. But it's crucial to always remember that more will always come along! So, never settle. It's just not worth it.  And if you're turned down? Be a big girl (or boy), pick yourself up, and keep on goin'. Life is gonna be A-OK. (But really. If you don't believe me, go back to the archives of this blog from late 2012 and you'll see what I mean.) 

toodles :)

P.S. guess who's going to Boston, NYC, and San Diego for Christmas/New Years... 

YEP. THIS GIRL.




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