I admit, when I see celebrities proclaim in a verbose and dramatic manner that they are just so sad because it is so HARD for them to tell who likes them for themselves and not their looks or money, I want to freaking puke...
Then when I see gorgeous, perfectly shaped women prancing around in 6 inch heels claiming that no one takes them (and their unnatural cleavage) seriously and takes the time to get to know the real them inside, I want to puke on THEM.
But before I feel the bile rise in my throat, maybe I should think about this idea more...
See lately it seems that people talk to me more. Not men or women specifically, all types of people. To be objective, this could be occurring because of the way I carry myself, which is different if merely for the fact that I take more care in how I dress.
This could also be happening because I am more chatty, and maybe less bitchy and reclusive looking-which my lovely mother never failed to tell me.
However, part of me has to think about what my friend Ann stated in her answers in a few posts back, when I made her answer questions pertaining to 'normal' thoughts about how she thinks of obese people. While she said she wonders why obese people eat fast food crap, she said she doesn't think badly of obese people.
HOWEVER, we all know that some people out there have a variety of opinions about fat people-that we are lazy, unhygienic, etc-and we all heard about that lovely writer who said she is grossed out just seeing fat people walk across a room.
Frankly, the fact upsets me that people could now like me while they didn't before because maybe my rolls made them feel like they were going to puke. Or that maybe now that my face is my own again, and I have one chin, that people really are nicer to people they find more attractive.
While I am happy, for whatever reason, that it seems I have more friends and people want to be around me now, the former bitchy, protective me really doesn't want their respect and niceties if thinness is the determining factor in them offering their friendship...does that make sense?
Anyone else question newfound, unlikely friendships? Could Paris really know what she is talking about?!?!? ;-)