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Real Women

How to make me go from zero to pissed off in less than 1 second … post a photo of a woman (any woman) and caption it with “this is what a REAL woman looks like.”

Excuse me?

So, because I don’t look like the example woman, I’m not a woman? How sensitive of you.

I realize that generally the person’s point is that the stick-thin, PhotoShopped, completely unrealistic woman is not reasonable, but do you REALLY need to state this in a way that makes anyone who doesn’t fit in the mold “not a woman”?

I’m not tall, so I’m not a woman.

I’m tall, so I’m not a woman

I’m not slim, so I’m not a woman.

I have no curves, so I’m not a woman.

My BMI is 18, so I’m not a woman.

My BMI is 23, so I’m not a woman.

My BMI is 30, so I’m not a woman.

So, remember that every time you counter the anorexic model with a picture of a beautiful curvy woman and claim that this is a REAL WOMAN, you’re just doing to people like me what you say that [society, the media, Hollywood] is doing to those who don’t fit the mold: you’re putting someone else down to make your case.

In other words, you’re just like those you accuse of being your oppressors.

All women are real women. All women are beautiful.

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Time …

Two days ago, upon the purchase of a little iPhone app – Yes, I bought an iPhone. Shut up. – called Sleep Cycle, I decided it was time to forcably haul myself out of this idiotic rut. And so, I’ve been getting up before 5:30 am, which is nothing short of miraculous when you consider that I’ve been getting out of bed between 7 and 8 for the last month. Continue reading →

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Sew Strange

2 blocks down, 2 to go...

The diet is screwed. The sleep is screwed. Exercise is entirely missing from my life. Work’s taking over the work-life balance like a sumo vs. a waif on a teeter-totter.

And because I didn’t learn the last time (The Great Cat Incident of 2009), I decided to make life more complicated while I’m already busy and exhausted by tossing in a sewing course – in this case, Quilting 101.

Now, is this what I’d hoped? No.

You see, I bought a really, really nice sewing machine recently, so I could start a quilt. But Quilting 101 is a mandatory step for the local quilting shop before I can take anything else – and this course is done entirely by hand.

I am slow and clumsy with hand sewing, which was the point of the sewing machine …

Anyway, I’m plugging along on my table topper – a project I don’t much like because I am not a table topper kind of girl. Clutter? You want me to ADD CLUTTER to my house?! I think not!!

Here I am, sewing a way on a project that I will never use. So, I’m making it as a gift for someone (shhh!), and thus the fabric choices are with that person in mind.

Trying to think happy thoughts. I mean, who wants a gift infused with “grrr!”?

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It’s worth noting

I have the urge to sew things because I want something achievable that I can walk away from a few hours later and say “look at what I accomplished!”

The result of that work is a physical thing that exists, has purpose, and has beauty.

Coding is its own high, its own challenge. But I rarely feel like it’s appreciated beyond “done.” (And worse, that it often never achieves “done”!)

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