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bE bEaUtIfUl.

Beautiful women train with intensity . The derive self-image from the quality of their work and their ability to excel. They don’t wear makeup to the gym, and they wouldn’t be caught dead with a vinyl pink dumbbell. They move iron, they do pull-ups, they jump, sprint, punch, and kick, and they use the elliptical machine— as a place to hang their jump rope. They spend their weekends in sport, climbing walls, winning races , and running rivers. They laugh as they sprint circles around the unschooled, turning the image-obsessed into benchwarmers. Beautiful women don’t care if they’re soaked in sweat and covered in dirt , if their nails are chipped or their hair out of place. They care only about quality of life. Beautiful women are happy, healthy, and strong, and they’re right there beside me, tossing conventional beauty on the ever-growing flames of what used to be.

This is not cheese.

Did you know there exists such things as CUBES OF BUTTER!? I didn't. Until I popped one in my mouth in the dining hall today and bit down. DEFINITELY NOT mozerella cheese. I gagged. Alone. In public. And you know what's even better? Our dining halls lack trashcans.