There are banners all over Myspace saying, "Is Tyra Fat?" I would like to say a big "fuck you" to society for all the hype on whether or not people think Tyra Banks is fat. Ok let's look at this:
1. Tyra Banks could weigh 180 pounds and still look AMAZING.
2. I don't think 180 lbs for the height she is would even be fat.
3. That number is much higher than they are saying she actually is.
4. She is a RETIRED model...no one's forcing her to be annorexic anymore.
5. All of this is actually PROMOTING annorexia because they are showing someone who a lot of girls look up to as "fat" when she really only gained like 30 pounds.
6. I am extremely pleased with Tyra for her reaction to all this crap. She is admitting to the weight gain and explaining that it is HEALTHY. That is so true. No one should be as tall and skinny as your typical model. And no one should ever tell anyone they need to lose weight for the media.
7. Look at her...yes you can see she's put on some weight from that ONE, unflattering photo of her, and she's not freakishly thin. I hope people still look up to her even if she's "chunky."
8. I'd say probably 20% of Americans weigh less than her. This frustrates me beyond belief. Here we are, examining a beautiful woman, and telling everyone she's fat. What are the REAL fat people going to think? People who suffer from obesety will become even more depressed when they hear that this woman who is probably a third of their weight is fat. They are going to feel like giant blobs.
9. Didn't a recent Dove commercial use "fat" models to sell their product? Aren't they doing extremely well?
10. Seriously, America, do you really have anything better to talk about than Tyra Banks and her weight? I'm disappointed in you. I hope Brad Pitt gains 200 pounds to piss all of you off.
When night fallsI see too much lightI see the moon shine blackAgainst the pale screen of white
When day comesI sleepI keep the shadows awayI keep you away
When night comes againI find youI feel safeYou don't leave me in your sleep
What do people know?Nothing of meNot that I know moreOr less
Do you find it easy?Does loving meMake your moon shine brighter?
It should
I don't know if I'll ever figure out what went wrong.I can still smell your hair when you just got out of the shower.Like a decade ago, oh wait I knew you thenBut you were so young and I was so scared.
I don't know if I'll ever have the strength to let you go.Craig David keeps telling me I should.But what does he know anyway? He's just a singer.He never knew what it was like to love you.
I don't know why I still leave you messagesOr call you at night when I need someone to talk to.You always said I was so desperate, so vulnerable.I know it's true and that's one of the reasons I need you.
I wish there was something I could say to make you want me.At least love me just a little bit.To make things the way they were before."Once the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again."
I still wear my Kelly Clarkson shirt when I'm sadOr on days when I feel like I could use a little luck.It was funny the way you passed out at the concertAnd I was the one who was so excited to be there in the first place.
I don't know why I still think about Cape CodOr how I don't care what the hell I did to my uncle's shower.Those few days were fun, even if they were too hot.The attic wasn't so bad on the third was it?
I don't know why I still have our anniversary in my date book.Every month I get a little beep, a little reminderOf how you aren't there anymore.And how I know you don't remember that the day might mean something.
I don't know why I even bother writing this.I know you won't read it.And if you do you won't say anything about it.You'll just go on living your life, happy I'm no longer in it.
I don't know how I'll ever get over you.I don't know why I still love you.I don't know when I'll see you next.And I don't know if you even care.
Everyone thinks that I am strongBut I have cried a thousand tears for youAnd I know I went too farThat I put everything in youAnd everyone told me not toBut hear me out, my words are trueI gave my heart away long agoYes, you know it's yoursAnd my happiness is drowningIn the rain of tears that poursBut help me clean my house of woeStand beside me while we wash the floorsAnd there will be no traceOf the damage doneI will never give up on usIn me I promise you can trustBecause I know what we have is more than lustEven though everyone says that I mustSee something in you that is blind to themAnd they aren't mistakenThey will never understandI sigh as I thinkOh, the things we do for loveAnd that love I give to you
Would you find it in your heartTo pick me up off the groundAnd I have destroyed your soul by the soundI made when you slowly killed meWould you find it in your heartTo love me one last timeWhile I lay here dyingSo I can remember the look in your eyesWould you find it in your heartTo kiss me when I'm weakTo defy the pain and deceitSince you will never see me againWould you find it in your heartTo spend your life with meIn this one lonely moment you will seeBefore you cry a river of tearsWould you find it in your heartTo catch me before I fallBefore I won't be able to see you at allI need to know that you need meWould you find it in your heartTo hold my head in your handsI am lost in the strands of timeForever will I see your faceWould you find it in your heartTo keep my spirit with youYou know how much I miss youSo let me rest in pieces
On this day I believe in the power of loveThat unbearable bliss and equally strong painWhen the world would stop turningSo you and I could be together for one dayOne day that will never match a thousandLet the bloodshed continue tomorrowIf I could love you more than anyoneMaybe for once my tears will save meForever may never come again for you and II will hold out my hand on this day aloneTake it before I change my mind from yesterdayAll those hours spent contemplating my decisionI know that you would never leave me aloneBut then again our chances keep slippingOne of these days I might mop the floorsCome and spend today with meEven if we shall never meet againOn this day I came to an interesting conclusionHow I hate today's modern philosophyI do not remember right from wrongAnd you know I really could care lessSomeday I will give you all my fateIt would be an even trade for your sufferingYou know that I would do just about anythingAnything that would maybe lift your head a bitI suppose that I have not told you yetCome now, today shall be an adventureYou and I will know everything there isDo not mind that you might forget it tomorrowJust remember that I love youAnd maybe this day will come again
Religion....such a controvercial topic. But I'm bringing it up because I had another one of those revelations I get every now and then about myself. I have a different belief system that probably 99.9% of people in the world. I don't believe that we should worship a single person. I don't believe in heaven or hell or reincarnation or anything like that. I believe that there is something deep inside us that most of us have forgotten...and that is freedom.
First of all...what is free speech anyway? Sure we can say we want to kill the president, but if we do we get arrested, so how is that freedom? I also think that we, as not just a nation, but as a word, are completely scared. I saw United 93 last weekend and I loved it. I thought it was a great portrayal of people standing up for their country. But as the plane was going down, people were praying...to all different kinds of gods. And who told them about these gods anyway? You do all realize that the Bible was written by half a dozen guys 2000 years ago. So in theory, everyone who believes in God, believes something that a few guys told them to believe. I'm not saying there isn't a god. I'm just saying that people believe what others tell them to believe, and if that makes them feel safe, then good, but I think the vast majority of people have lost the ability to believe what they feel.
I do believe in fate and I do believe in destiny. I have my own beliefs, my own kind of meditation, my own "God" to say. And the other night I was lying in bed, thinking all this out, and I thought to myself, everyone is here for a reason, whether it be to make one person smile or to change the world. I started wondering what my purpose was and I thought maybe it was to get people to realize that they aren't as trapped as they feel. Or something. I just completely lost my train of thought. Oh well.
Why do people label themselves? Because it makes them feel safe. I admit I am one of those people. For the past two years I've called myself a lesbian, ever since I fell in love with Katie, really. It felt safe to say, "I like girls" because it made me feel like I belonged somewhere, and that place was in the gay community. When you tell someone you're gay, you feel like they know you, and they get you, and you don't have to explain anything to them. It's harder for me to sit here now, typing to no one, and say that I'm not a lesbian, than it ever was for me to get up in front of my homophobic familiy and say that I was. Because the thing is, I know I'm not straight, or gay, or even bisexual. I was actually having a conversation about this with a very good friend of mine last night, about how I was afraid that if I took back everything I had previously said about being gay, that I would seem to people like I was fake or hypocritcal, or immature and not knowing who I am or what I want. But that is not at all the case. Yes, I am afraid of what you or anyone else might think of me, but when it comes down to who I am, that doesn't matter.
I don't believe that gender matters. At least not to me. Nothing in a person matters to me...gender, race, religion, political views, or even blood. The only thing that matters to me is charisma, chemistry, and love. I have loved all kinds of people throughout my life. I experienced true love when I was only 8 years old, and to be completely honest, I have never loved another as strongly as I did then. Sexual orientation doesn't matter to me. If you love someone, give them your heart, no matter who they are, or where they're from. It just doesn't matter.
Once upon a time she loved a girl named Hailey. It was the happiest year of her life without question. But Hailey, being only fourteen at the time, left the girl of seventeen when things got confusing. She hated herself for losing Hailey because she thought they would always be together. During that year she had learned to love and trust unconditionally, and to have that disappear without reason made her lose faith. The girl had never known heartbreak before. It wrecked her completely for another year after.
She met other girls that year. She dated, and tried to regain the love she once lost. But she never did. The girl believed in love at first sight but never saw it. Eventually she gave up and slept with a boy. Not once or twice, but enough times to lose count and lose respect for herself. She felt miserable, she felt incomplete, she felt her life was empty so she kept going back to see the boy. She knew it was wrong. That's why she did it.
Through the boy she met Rebecca, and she fell in love with her right away. Together they started what she believed to be a relationship that couldn't even compare to what she had with Hailey. Rebecca forced her to face reality in every horrible and exciting way possible. Rebecca made her feel like the adult that she was, and made her question who she wanted to be and what she wanted to do with her life. She made her feel alive after a year of being completely numb. For that, she loved Rebecca with all her heart.
But was she falling for a heartbreaker? Rebecca was the same age as Hailey, and while Hailey was everything she ever dreamed of, Hailey was in fact just an unattainable dream. Rebecca was a reality, and she didn't want to hurt so badly again. Although the girl had once again found love, she still couldn't trust, and she didn't know if she could trust Rebecca to love her in the same way she did. The girl had doubts about Rebecca. Was Rebecca as mature as she was? Did Rebecca really know love? These were questions the girl couldn't answer.
What the girl did know was that she loved herself, which is something many people can't do. She loved how together she was and how she knew to question situations that didn't feel quite right. As much as she loved Rebecca, she always compared her to Hailey, and Hailey always won. And as long as she lived she would never again be with Hailey. That was over.
1. I'm a little too in love with myself from the summer of 2005.
2. You don't need to be having sex to be in love.
Online relationships: it's like...WHY????
Lesbians with boyfriends....WHY????
I was like....WHY???
ROFL!!!!!
Yeah I laughed way too much today.
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