Okay, I've got to tell you something. I haven't been completely following what I've so enthusiastically laid out in the last 2 posts. And I'm a tiny bit ashamed to admit it.
BUT that's what I'm writing here for right? One more place other than the hushed-up secret cracks in my brain for where to immortalize my fails and successes.
so I did wash the dog..and I did attempt p90x..but nonetheless, not to the degree with which I should have gone with it. But something is better than nothing right? I will keep going at it.
perfect practice makes perfect
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something that's on my mind.
a friend recently wrote a blog about how plastic surgery was basically an overnight fix to help improve someone's self esteem. now this is a close friend of mine, and when i was about to fly off to do plastic surgery, I very laughingly and openly told her. now let's note that the point of her post was to say that if someone was to get work done, we shouldn't be so quick to judge. which is a good sentiment on it's own. but she goes on to say
"... Those with low self esteem don't always feel like people are stopping for them. They feel as if they are no more than a dust of life... and imagine going through life like that every single day. Feeling like you're practically nothing is difficult... and it's not like you can suddenly drink some energy drink to give you a confidence kick off..".
why good friend, I disagree! I have never felt like no more than a dust of life! In fact, I loved myself for all of what my momma gave me, perhaps a little less so for the not so perfect bits, but comfortable with myself overall. Of course, I had some days here and there I was not so confident, but for the most part, I felt that I was a goodlooking lady!
now i think my surgeon did a good job, and I am pleased with the results. but leading up to it, I never had the mentality that if only this was different, I would stop feeling like nothing. I just knew that that particular part of me wasn't perfect, but its imperfections never bothered me on a daily basis. I was in the country to travel, and I knew I would be stopping in the city where the best plastic surgeon of the country was. sooo...what the heck right? you live once, and I had the money and time, so in i went.
of course, some people very well may have very low self esteem so they resort to plastic surgery as a last option. but from my experience - and from looking at friends and acquaintances that have gotten work done - the majority of these people are already well put together girls. These are not girls that feel like they're invisible and disregarded. of course, someone with confidence levels of 100 % + 1 may arguably not go under the knife. but who has that? and all the time? my point is that not everyone who goes under is looking for, or in need of an overnight, life changing, self esteem kick. they may very well be more along the lines of: i have the capability to tweek the imperfect, so why not?
love, b
so serene and tranquil.
