I really don't give a rats ass who I am about to insult or who's poor little friend or Aunt or whoever, I am being insensitive to. That is why I am here at Diaryland, to speak my mind - To have an outlet for my opinions. Today I am screaming�
The paper reads today: Mary-Kate fights eating disorder. What The Fuck. I have ZERO sympathy for little girls who can't eat. I have even LESS sympathy for little girls who are BILLIONAIRES and can't seem to bring a fork of filet mignon to their rich, glossed lips. You mean to tell me that she does not WANT to eat? Are you serious?!! Why does this situation remind me of the kids who cried just to cry? You know, the kids in the neighborhood who would trip and fall and just lay there screaming until their Mom came running out to scoop them up. Why do I have the feeling that anorexia and bulimia are just fancy words for chicks that found a new thing to whine about? Why do I NOT understand why girls are killing themselves this way? Why do I not care?
I�ll tell you why. First of all I am not apologizing for the way I was raised. I was taught to get the fuck over my bad self. I was taught that hissie fits were for pussies. If I was hurt in any way, I was treated like a person who needed a band-aid. I was not coddled and I was not lead to believe that a skinned knee was a reason to panic nor was it a reason to consider it the end of the world. At a young age my Mother respected me and did not insult my intelligence. She did not dip life in honey. She gave me honest answers and taught me honest values. She taught me that it was disrespectful to people with REAL problems to worry about petty things like not having the coolest bike or not being able to play outside before all the chores were done. I believe she is right. We all know that we can have it worse. We all know someone with really fucked up shit going on in his or her lives. The point is to not get so rapped up in your own bummer mood that you forget the thing that makes you smarter: You have the choice to get up and fight for your right to happiness. That is what our country is built on. We come from a long line of ancestors who didn�t take SHIT.
THAT is why I do not care about your friend who had a problem with puking. I do not care about your cousin who didn�t want to eat because it made her feel fat. I do not CARE about what the MEDIA thinks us women should look like. They are telling us that we should be tall, sexy and svelte. If you believe that shit, I have a lovely set of Reality Knives to sell you. You can use them for cutting off your nose to spite your face
10:53 AM - Wednesday, Jun. 23, 2004
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