The Power of Sharing and The Power of a Belt

I would like to talk about two things today.

First I would like to admit that I was very very wrong about something.  In an earlier post I talked about how I thought it would be better to keep things to myself. You know, plans, goals, that sort of stuff.  I learned recently that it is better to share. Apparently sharing isn't just for children anymore. My qualm with sharing was that I thought that once I shared things with people, they would should all over me and my ideas.  I thought that once people put their two cents in, what I wanted for myself would become skewed and completely not mine.

Well, now I know that people can should anytime they like because the moment I open my mouth and declare to the world that I have a plan, that plan becomes real and it becomes mine.  Well here is something that I would like to share with my readers. I'M CHUBBY!!! I'm the biggest one in my family but I'm also the healthiest. I came up with a plan to get to a healthier weight. I printed out calendars and started to write down my meals and my exercise routine.  I'm learning about commitments and keeping them rather than looking at them as burdens.  I feel like I'm back in school.  I enjoy learning new things and applying them to my life.  In school, I didn't do so great with sciences because I knew that my future would have nothing to do with it.  History was another hard one for me, but when I was a senior in high school, my teacher let us use our cretivity to learn and that is why I did better.  I'm a creative person and sitting around memorizing stuff doesn't interest me unless it comes with a lead role in a show and the result is a standing ovation.  So now, I'm learning about life and how to live it and I am applying what I'm learning to the things that I want in my life.


The second thing that I wanted to share with you has to do with my pet peeve.  You all know how disgusted I am by guys who wear their pants below their bums.  Well recently I have been seeing young women doing the same thing.  I understand that these women, whether they are lesbians or tomboys, want to get in touch with their masculine sides but do they really have to stoop to the literal and figurative lowness of "ghetto" men's wear?  Nowaday's I can barely tell if the person I see walking down the street is a chick or a dude, and here I am feeling like a pervert because I looking hard for signs of boobs or a package. 

Although I'm disgusted by this skewed idea of fashion, I am also a little concerned for these girls because who knows what kind of people there are out there.  Anyone can see you walking and think, "Ooh, look at that ass, let me take her somewhere and tap that".  People should be able to walk in public completely nude with 100% confidence that no one will take advantage of them, but that certainly isn't the case. We pick out the clothes we wear for a reason.You can't walk into a bar with stilettos, daisy dukes and a bra and expect everyone there to call you "Miss".  Whether you're a dude or a chick, masculine or feminine, (I don't care) be who you are; express yourself, but make sure you do it with pride, self-respect and a belt.