The music swings on
As my hips start a-swayin’
Well what is a dinner
Without booty shakin’
Slippers are dance shoes
My apron a dress
Who cares if my sauce waltz
Is makin’ a mess
Bublé is feeling good
So are my feet
As I spin up my recipe
Almost ready to eat
So my hips-swayin, booty-shakin’
Sauce waltz is done
But my kitchen dance career
Has only just begun
A little unconventional of my blog.. but I found this quote while scrolling through facebook and I think many single ladies will be able to relate to it! (I know I did.) It also is a little in keeping with the theme of my last post.. so I figure it’s meant to be!
It’s a little long.. and not all of you will find it interesting, but my hope is that it will inspire even one person to enjoy singledom a little more and stop obsessing over ‘what is wrong with me?’ :). Enjoy!
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“You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser.
You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you.
You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis.
You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you.
You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now.”
— Why You’re Single by Amanda Crute (via retardgrl)
This is for any woman out there (and I can say with almost complete certainty EVERY woman) who has ever looked at herself with anything other than loving eyes.
We are all beautiful. A little love handles and extra fat doesn’t make you any less of a desirable woman. If you are carefree, confident and will gladly eat an ice-cream cone on a date (2 scoops? DUH!), then you are infinitely more beautiful, more sexy and more loveable than if you constantly stressed about your looks and were unconfident in your actions.
Ladies, it’s all in the eyes. Make those guys (or girls!) melt with a long, confident, “I am way too good for you, but still want you” flirty gaze. Show him/her the amazing person inside of you and worry less about the superficial DNA on the outside.
Oh and.. read my poem 😉 Because we all have these feelings: men, women, boys, girls. Sometimes you just have to embrace it, poke at it, and then slam those ugly thoughts away with an I AM BEAUTIFUL.
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I’m not overweight
So why do I stand here still
Pinching my soft, weak body
Maybe I ate too much today
And the day before that..
and before..
well..
siiii
ggggg
hhhhh
sigh.
and what happened to those promises?
They sit there, flustered, unable to climb the chocolate thorns
Well. Change!
FAT
I have some
Let’s yell that out to nowhere and see where it goes
MUSCLES
No, I am not totally toned, defined or even a sexy curvaceous swirl
I jiggle in some places, I have awkward bumps when wearing certain clothes…
Let us strive to be healthy, not be others
Strive to fulfill your own body’s needs, not the needs of an online bible
I say
SCREW
the expectations of every man or woman’s leering eyes.
Let them be
It’s my own judging eyes I am most afraid of
BEAUTY
say that to yourself
and walk on top of that word
breathe it
speak it
act it
The rest will fall into place.
I can’t always explain my choices
If the sweet cookie sits there
I eat it.
I know I don’t like lemon flavour but
I’ll try it.
Just don’t be hurt when I throw it out after
one bite.
I’m not always logical when changing my mind
Though naked and ready to shower
I wait.
The floor is chilly against my bare feet and so
I run.
Dressed warmly in fuzzy socks and sweats
I’m safe again.
I won’t promise to always be ‘myself’
I’m shy, but if the right song plays
I’ll dance.
Maybe people are judging, but I never feel
alone.
These are my choices, my mind, myself
I’m happy.
Why do some guys seem to have the power to make you feel amazing while killing all your sense of self-confidence at the same time? It’s like you become dependent on his words to tell you you’re beautiful, special, smart… and you forget that you have to tell yourself these things too. And then to become a stereotypical girl, to fall for this… for his lies that you believe so easily. You become the “one” girl who can change him.. he’ll be different, he just needed you to show him what he needed to change.
Let me just say one thing… NO WAY. Stop. Turn around and drop him off where you found him.
But you won’t. Your friends will all be yelling this at you and still… you grasp at the glimmer of hope like it’s a lifeline. And I get it, because I was just this girl. I just fell for the smooth-talking player.
I don’t regret it, but it wasn’t fun. It was a roller coaster, and I got caught up in the adrenaline. But the ride’s over now and though I learned some things along the way, I will NEVER get back on.
What did I gain from this? Power. I can pride myself in the fact that I was able to escape him, to be the first girl to ever dump him. and though I don’t like using any form of swear words on a blog.. DAMN THAT FELT GOOD. 🙂
So anyways, these are some poems I wrote just after I first met him. Took me a month to realize that my first instincts were right..
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Beauty
I see you there sometimes
Behind the mask of media
Strutting about in the flashing lights
Might disappear soon…
already has.
Boy vs. Ego
Lines practiced, rehearsed
All he’s come to know
Outside all eyes are cameras
Poised and ready for the show
But is this all he has
Is there something more inside?
When the lights are all turned out
Does he have some place to hide?
What will ever change this boy
Into the man that he should be
So that fame, fortune, women
Is not the one future he see
Will he come back down to earth
Like his eyes plea he should do
Or is this just a game
That ends up hurting you.
Sunrise Thoughts 