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I am always complaining about other human beings. You know, because I can. This day is no different fellow reader (you see I like to think that there is a mass of people reading my blog although I doubt this is so, but indulge me for a moment).
Anyway, the sun is shining, weather is sweet and there is a spot on Clifton 4th or Camps Bay with my name on it. But I get there and I am the only one in a bloody bikini. So I get mad and start looking at the people around me angrily (though my sunglasses) with a look that says "why the hell are u guys dressed so warm? don't you know that it's gonna start raining soon and then you will not have the chance to frolic around the beach wearing a tiny mono-kini like the one I have or shorts or whatever else?" And yeah, I am a bit narcissistic, it's on my lift of bad-habbits to get rid of.
I normally head to the beach alone (other people distact me you see because they wana run around in the freezing water and I just wana lie there and read), I decided recently to stop being anti-social and take a few of my friends who are new in town. So I had to leave the books behind because PDR (public display of reading) is not allowed. So we get to the beach and although it was a bit chilly I manage to convince the girls that it is not a big trainsmash. Then i declare proudly, "I will not be going anywhere near the freezing water if they do not bloody well take their dresses off and run around in their bikinis" I mean that is why you bought them right?
Then I realise that, just because I do not have a problem showing off my imperfect body it does not mean that other people feel the same way. I feel bad about this because most of these people including my friends, have great bodies but they do not see it that way. So I feel kinda chuffed that I had a mother who reminded me when I was younger that im not gonna be skinny forever and that there is nothing wrong with being a skinny twig (this bit of advice saved me from future obsession with my weight) and the last thing I would want to do is to be 50, looking thorough my old pictures and wondering why I didnt enjoy my body.
Nobody is perfect and if you spend all your time worrying about what other people think of you, you will never do anything. We all need to realise that as much as we worry about what other people think of us, they are also probably too busy worrying about their own bodies to give a flying **** about you. So you see dear reader, the girl showing off her cellulite and stetchmarks should be celebrated not rediculed.
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The most amazing thing is happening with the Cape Town weather these days; the sun is shining. If you are reading this from the UK or Ireland or any other place on Earth that hardly gets any sun, you will understand how monumental it is when you wake up and the sun is beating down on your lazy bum urging you to get up. It makes you feel brave in what you wear. You throw the trench-coat to the side and rummage through your summer clothes to see which ones you have been dying to wear.
This morning I settled for an outfit similar to the one worn by the girl in that picture. So, no that is not me in the picture. But, if it helps you to keep reading this post, then you can pretend it is.
Back to the sunny Friday morning...
I make my way to work, on the train, and realise that the sun is just an illusion because it is still shit cold in the [step]Mother-City (a friend of mine calls it that). My smile vanishes and turns into a frown when the guy in front of me opens his window to let in a cold breeze. He is wearing a jacket so it makes no difference to him really. But I am literally freezing my ass off and i swear i can feel my bones shiverring. But he is bigger, has no front teeth and since I was not feeling particularly brave, I decide not to give him a PIECE of my mind and settle for a slow death-by-freezing.
I get to work in a sour mood, walk into my office and see that a colleague is also under the same illusion as me. She is dressed in her Summer clothes. And she gives me a smile that says "I know exactly what you're going through" and then my smile is back again as i feel a strange closeness to this woman just because she is also not dressed "right" for the [step]Mother City weather.
Im not too sure about the stockings but i would wear this dress if i could afford it. I hate being poor :(
How cute is this glorified-clothes-hanger (MODEL) in that jacket? I love the bag. I think this is by Miss Sixty.
picture from www.mahala.co.za
Picture from:
http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6428371012421462619&postID=5294013674243587660
I am always complaining about other human beings. You know, because I can. This day is no different fellow reader (you see I like to think that there is a mass of people reading my blog although I doubt this is so, but indulge me for a moment).
Anyway, the sun is shining, weather is sweet and there is a spot on Clifton 4th or Camps Bay with my name on it. But I get there and I am the only one in a bloody bikini. So I get mad and start looking at the people around me angrily (though my sunglasses) with a look that says "why the hell are u guys dressed so warm? don't you know that it's gonna start raining soon and then you will not have the chance to frolic around the beach wearing a tiny mono-kini like the one I have or shorts or whatever else?" And yeah, I am a bit narcissistic, it's on my lift of bad-habbits to get rid of.
I normally head to the beach alone (other people distact me you see because they wana run around in the freezing water and I just wana lie there and read), I decided recently to stop being anti-social and take a few of my friends who are new in town. So I had to leave the books behind because PDR (public display of reading) is not allowed. So we get to the beach and although it was a bit chilly I manage to convince the girls that it is not a big trainsmash. Then i declare proudly, "I will not be going anywhere near the freezing water if they do not bloody well take their dresses off and run around in their bikinis" I mean that is why you bought them right?
Then I realise that, just because I do not have a problem showing off my imperfect body it does not mean that other people feel the same way. I feel bad about this because most of these people including my friends, have great bodies but they do not see it that way. So I feel kinda chuffed that I had a mother who reminded me when I was younger that im not gonna be skinny forever and that there is nothing wrong with being a skinny twig (this bit of advice saved me from future obsession with my weight) and the last thing I would want to do is to be 50, looking thorough my old pictures and wondering why I didnt enjoy my body.
Nobody is perfect and if you spend all your time worrying about what other people think of you, you will never do anything. We all need to realise that as much as we worry about what other people think of us, they are also probably too busy worrying about their own bodies to give a flying **** about you. So you see dear reader, the girl showing off her cellulite and stetchmarks should be celebrated not rediculed.
