The only people I am mad at this Spring...

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.