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|Saturday, September 4th, 2004|
I'm not sure if promos are allowed here ... I'm sorry if they're not.
are you a hot lil mama? @ _mamacitabonita.
isa Current Mood: loved
|Sunday, August 15th, 2004|
I'm new here so I wanted to introduce myself.
My name is Sarah but call me Isa 'cause it's cooler. Hehe. I'm gonna be 16 in exactly a month. Woohoo!
I'm really insecure about my nose.
When I was in 6th grade (I'm in 11th now) some girl told me I had a big nose.
And then my brother likes to tell me that all the time.
I hate when people stare at my face.
'Cause I have this feeling that they're thinking "woah, she's got some nose on her" or something like that.
I don't even like my boyfriend staring at me.
Even though he and other people say I'm beautiful a lot I don't see it.
I guess I can't get past that girl's comment.
And then I'm really insecure about my legs.
I don't think they're that skinny but this
girl bitch Emily said something like "are you skinny enough?"
and now i'm paranoid about wearing short skirts.
I've tried to gain weight but it all seems to go right to my belly instead of other places.
God I wish I was chubby!
I'm probably the only girl you'll ever hear say that.
Okay well I'll stop bitching now.
Isa Current Mood: weird
|Tuesday, December 9th, 2003|
X-posted from when I made this entry at rate_my_uterus
I'd like to tell you about rejectedbased
... I see you guys have issues with the whole "stereotypically beautiful" thing- me too... And I noticed those "Rate my..." whatever communities which pretty much perpetuate that idea of what's 'gorgeous...'
So... and, we're all about getting rejected from them. I mean, you get accepted into one, big deal, so what? Doesn't it say more about you if you don't
get accepted- and can have a good ol' laugh about it... that you couldn't give a shit?
The aim isn't to be accepted, or to commiserate about being rejected- it's to
be rejected- and to relish it.
After all, most people are dipshits, and mob mentality is stupid, and who the hell wants to be accepted anyway? :) Current Mood: bouncy
|Saturday, November 29th, 2003|
I stomp my foot and pound my fist as I type this
Just read over the previous post again and something else stuck out at me. You talk a lot about "Media Women." I find that so sad. Not just you, but everybody, myself included. We are such slaves to this manufactured, produced, corporate idea of beauty. I see women pinch and strain and force and tease and purge and paint and mask their bodies, faces, hair, into something this monster told them they need to look like, so they end up looking like forgotten mannequins when they really need to look like themselves. I try to avoid it but it's impossible to escape, we're all victim to it because that's the way we see things, it's become fundamental to us...cultural coding Foucault blah blah. Isn't that sad?
I believe every woman--well everybody but women especially--if she is healthy and happy, is utterly and completely beautiful. That said, when I find myself faced with these altered, produced images of beauty in magazines or billboards or whatever (it's impossible to avoid this barrage of brainwashing material), I still can't help but wish I looked like them. And I doubt they are happy or healthy. I just spent 4 hours shopping for a dress for my junior recital and I kept on thinking, "Why doesn't this dress fit me like it does the mannequin?" Because it was built for a fucking mannequin and I am a human being! I move and breath and make love and beautiful music. I'm warm and soft and I respond when you touch me. When you take off the "ill-fitting" dress you find a body and when you take off the body you find a soul.
That's amazing. Not even the tightest jeans can do that. Current Mood: enraged
|Tuesday, November 11th, 2003|
Randomly found this community, and I definitly have something I'd like to share with you. I don't have many problems with insecurity, so I will probably leave this community shortly...but I think EVERYONE, guys and girls, should look at this link. It is empowering, and...human-ifying? I laughed and I cried looking at this...and make sure you look AND read through all of them, each one is more touching than the one before (in my opinion). There is nudity, so beware if looking at this at work or whatever, but it is in no way sexual or derogatory...instead, as I said, it is beautiful and it would make anybody accept their body more. Hope you enjoy:http://www.thecenturyproject.com/photos.htm
Edit: I take that back. I have plenty of insecurities. Everybody does. I'm extremely insecure about my nose. I hate it when anybody touches it. Therefore, my boyfriend touches it every chance he gets, pinches it, even licks, sucks on, or bites it. It drives me crazy, and I'm still disgusted at the sight of my nose in the mirror, but it's helpful knowing that not everybody finds it as grotesque as I do. Current Mood: tired
|Friday, November 7th, 2003|
I wish people liked me. I wish people were nice to me. Current Mood: lonely
|Tuesday, November 4th, 2003|
Becca you know that I love you...
but it is the biggest load of fucking crap that Dave Betz is on the interests list. I dont care if it was supposed to be a joke, but he is the root of so much insecurity in so many fucking girls. You and I can both name at least ten each. Its fucked up and ridiculous and tho maybe no one in this comm knows him, if someone were to join having him on the intersets list would just be a constant reminder of the pain and insecurity that he puts on her.
come on girl, this community rocks dont taint it.
Oh yeah, Hi everyone else, whattup? I'm Melissa.
|Thursday, October 30th, 2003|
I just started an arts school this year and I thought everything would be peachy keen unlike the school I left which was merely okay. I mean, I had friends and everything, but there were also the mean preppy girls who thought I was a lebian for like a day, and the nasty republicans who harassed my friends and I for being anti-war.
So I left.
Now I'm here, and most of my friends here are people I knew from middle school. Sure, I met new people. I'm not an anti-social loner. It's just that I feel like people don't really like me. They just, oh, they tolerate
I mean, I don't think I'm that annoying.
I add them to my friends list on lj and they forget or neglect to add me back. It's mostly people in my prime. And it doesn't help that the other new kid seems to be so cool and liked by everybody.
No one is outright mean, don't get me wrong, but it seems a forced niceness, like an "oh, it's you
" kind of thing. Like I'm not really wanted.
I'm too loud.
I don't know.
But I'm getting sick and tired of it and I feel like I'm going to snap. In a lot of ways I think I have plenty of self-confidence. I can get on stage and whip through a piece with my orchestra, or do a monologue, or go up to that hot stranger on the street and ask him for a hug. If my friends are there. If I'm alone then I don't know.
It doesn't work.
I get worried about friends and boys.
But we'll save the boys issue for another post.
Have A Nice Day,
Jig Current Mood: thoughtful
|Wednesday, October 29th, 2003|
If any of you ever want to be tortured go have pictures of you taken.
hi this is tracy.
and i had a bad summer. a very bad summer. and all i had to wear were two piece bathing suits. from when i used to be skinny. from when the back of my legs used to be smooth, thin, and i didnt have stretch marks, and cellulite, and all the curves that i realize now- through there flaws make me more of a women. yet, when i go to put on a bathing suit, i cant help but hate myself for letting myself get this way. but this way isnt really bad- but wtf happened to real women? we are hot, hotter than the fakes we see in the media all the time, and it drives me crazy cuz we are blinded by the million dollar diets, smiles boobs, and so are men. but ya kno I am a women that comes from the dust, not the factory, a real women-- except i forget that at all the wrong moments. and enough ranting, but its so good to get it out there, with so many other people who feel the same.
|Sunday, October 26th, 2003|
Hello all you lovely people my name is Katie and I'm 17.
And now onto the insanity...
I haven't worn a short-sleeved shirt to school since the middle of 7th grade and I am now a senior in high school.
The pants I wear must be long enough to cover my feet (strange I know).
My hair must be covering at least half of my face.
I cover my mouth when I smile or laugh.
I don't like people touching me even if it's just a brush as they are going by.
I am a loser.
End rant... Current Mood: tired
What a great idea!
Hi. My name is Teresa and I just wanted to say this is a great idea.
My friends and I sit around and dish all the time about how insecure we are. We have been friends for a year and we all love each other, but we all still think we hate each other and that people so cool shouldn't want to hang out with us. By joking and being upfront about it, we are starting to come around and realize that we all had the same insecurities. And insecurities about everything.
I think this community is going to be great. Thank you for starting it! Current Mood: content
|Thursday, October 23rd, 2003|
Well, my insecurity has finally begun to ease. Finally! I'm 22 now, and I had damaging self-esteem for about eight years. I couldn't even look in a mirror.
I hated every aspect of my appearance. I wanted bigger tits, a smaller ass, clear skin, straight hair. I wanted to be the opposite of who I was. I did a lot of bad diets in attempts to lose weight. I even got suicidal because I hated the way I looked.
But now things seem to be better. And the more confident I get, the more people seem to like me and my appearance. I find that I have to tune out when I see people like Britney Spears. Now I don't think she's so pretty anyway. Imagine how she looks without make-up. Oh my. Current Mood: high
First off, very, very cool community. Moral support for those who need it. :) BIG kudos to whoever's responsible for this!
Second... rant time.
I'm fine with my body, see, since my metabolism is relatively nice to me and lets me eat what I can without getting more than a handful or two of chub. That and enough people have called me cute to make me think I am. :)
But my problem's more psychological. I have a bitch of a time trying to believe that who I am, what I write and what I draw are /worth/ anything to anyone. I'm always thinking that my friends think I'm annoying, and are just humoring or using me. Most days I wonder if people would even notice if I dropped off the face of the planet, except to wonder where that annoying little girl went. And so I have a hard time meeting people because I always think I'm being annoying or clingy, and so my friends lessen as some move away or drift away... it's a vicious cycle. I hate it, but I don't know how to get out of it, or even how to figure out if my friends are being sincere. ~.~ Current Mood: blah
i've hated the way i look since i was about 7 when i kid in my class said i was fat. that was 15 years ago and i've never gotten over it. i don't think i'm really good at anything else either. i decided when i was young that i would make myself do well in school so i would have something to be good at. people tell me i have a beautiful smile, but i don't like it. i went through a phase a few times when i tried to smile as little as possible, or to keep my lips closed when i did smile.
i go thorugh points where i can accept myself, but i have never really liked myself.
i went through a horrible break-up several months ago. even though i wanted the relationship to end, it still really killed my self esteem. probably b/c he cheated on me who knows how many times, and was with a new girlfriend pretty much immediately after we broke up. we had been together 2 and a half years. so it made me feel pretty bad that he could get over me that easily.
i feel like i'm just complaining a lot here. but it's good to say this to other people who can understand how i feel.
Just joined... and thought I'd post right away... while my thoughts are still fresh.
First and foremost... I am EXTREMELY insecure about my looks. Am constantly attempting to lose weight, even went the "eating disorder" route until some friends got seriously worried about me at the beginning of the year... and then my fiancé came along and he worries about upsetting me now because of the fact that when I get upset, I still find myself in the bathroom.
I constantly change my hair color and hairstyle in hopes that something will start turning heads.
To add onto that, I have some people (A guy friend from Philly), my fiancé, and my friend T who all tell me all the time that I'm beautiful. So why do I still feel like I'm not?
Then there's my singing voice. My guy friend and T both told me I have a very beautiful voice and they love the songs I write. I, however, don't agree with them. I tend to say that it "sounds crappy" (well, I say worse, but will tone down my language for now)... and I am very VERY critical about my songs. Current Mood: indifferent
I'm new. And Insecure, like 95% of the time.
I'll post again later when I have more time.
I just wanted to say hi, I'm Roxy, I'm 17 and I love Army of Me.
And fuck the world i AM hot. Current Mood: bitchy