Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts

Friday, January 18

A Realistic Self-Image

I'm sure a lot of us made New Year's Resolutions to lose some extra pounds.
I know I did.
But what do we really want?
To have a smaller number on the scale (which nobody knows but us), or to look slimmer?
If I were to be honest . . . it would have been the latter last year.
But not this year.
What changed?
My self-image.
How I see myself has changed, and for the better.
This is really hard to do, and took a while for me, but it's worth it.
And pretty simple. 
Skinny does not necessarily equal healthy.
For some, it might, but not for everyone.
For years, I thought I'd have to be skinny to be healthy, or pretty, or anything, but now I see that's not the case.
Now, I'm not one to get my advice from Hollywood, but I kinda like Jennifer Lawrence as a person (and no, I haven't seen the Hunger Games, nor do I plan to).
This quote is from Pinterest, so if it's not really her, sorry, but it sounds like something she'd say. 
In Hollywood, I’m obese. I’m considered a fat actress. I’m never going to starve myself for a part. I keep waiting for that one role to come along that scares me enough into dieting, and it just can’t happen. I’m invincible. I don’t want little girls to be like, ‘Oh, I want to look like Katniss, so I’m going to skip dinner.’ That’s something that I was really conscious of during training. I was trying to get my body to look fit and strong, not thin and underfed.
Now that is a good mindset.
But think about it.
How many models, actresses, and normal girls look like they haven't eaten in days?
Too many, I think.
Seems like everyone thinks it's cooler to be thin.
Don't get me wrong; it's not bad to be thin - it's just . . . well, a bit overrated.
It would probably surprise you to learn that less than a hundred years ago, curvy girls were considered "more beautiful".
That's not entirely correct either, but do you know what makes everyone change their minds?
The media.
All of it.
Ever see some of those "plus size" models?
Ever notice how they look . . . well, normal?
Since when was that not attractive?
Since when was that weird?
Since when did preteen girls care about how many calories they had?
To say it's only the media's portrayal of weight and obesity would be a lie, but I'm only trying to make one point here, and you have to admit that that's certainly a large part of it.
Anyhow, what I'm trying to say is that even if you do lose all the weight you said you would, and even if you do fit into your high school jeans again . . . will you really, honestly be happy with yourself? Or will you never be slim enough or light enough?
God made you as you are for a reason.
Heck, maybe you're the way you are just to encourage someone like you who may struggle with the same thing. You never know.
And while you may not like it now, He does, and He doesn't make mistakes, nor is He ever mistaken.
I once heard someone (I think Chip Ingram, but I'm not sure) say that the trick is you have to think of yourself correctly: you shouldn't think of yourself too highly, but you shouldn't think of yourself too lowly, either.
Thinking of yourself too highly results in pride, arrogance, and a general sense of annoyance to everyone around you.
Thinking of yourself too lowly results in depression, bitterness, and a lack of joy, which will be felt by everyone you're around, believe me.
Thinking accurately about yourself allows you to 1) see what areas might need improvement and 2) see what's genuinely great about yourself.
So no, you may never fit into that size you wanted, or see the number you wanted when you step on the scale, or get picture perfect skin, or have hair that actually does what you want it to, but you're still made in the image of God, and as long as you're taking care of your temple, you're beautiful, even when you don't feel like you are.

Thursday, February 2

Awesome things my professors have said:

Let me preface this post with this comment:
my professors are awesome.
Hence, they say awesome things.
Like the following.
(NOTE: These instances really happened. I was there. So were about twenty other people. But all you really need are two or three witnesses to establish a fact, so really . . .)
(NOTUS SECONDUS: These are listed in no particular order, so don't try to figure out who said what, although some might be a little obvious.)

"I'm feeling sick, so . . . no hugs today."

"It's not over till the last robot dies!"

"During the course of this semester, we will witness two historical anniversaries. The first is the sinking of the Titanic. That's rather trivial. The other is the opening of Fenway Park, which is extremely important!"

"Alfred the Great was important. He did cool, important stuff." >Later< "It's really Alfred alone who-- well, not alone; he had an army."

". . . And so the gods punished Prometheus to be bound to a rock. The birds would come and eat his liver, which, by and large, is a rather unpleasant thing to have happen to ya."

"Happy very merry un-birthday to you!"

"Ignore this; I forgot that this computer [in the classroom] doesn't have Runes . . . or the Beowulf script. Well darn!"

Last and certainly not least . . .

Professor: "Some scientists in Italy have shot a particle that may have traveled faster than the speed of light."
Me (to myself): "Well, whatever that was, we need it for the internet."

Tuesday, January 31

Coming soon . . .

Future post: "Funny things my professors have said / done".
. . .
Or rather, "Witty, Educated, and Vastly Entertaining".
If you know a better title, comment below!

Thursday, January 19

RIP Bucky . . . the Furry Mūs

So today in fiction class, Zack had us write three into sentences to this plot:

"A girl about 11-12 years old finds an injured squirrel and cares for it for a year, until her parents decide it's too dangerous to be kept in the house. They make her get rid of it. She takes it to the park where she often took it to play. She watched it scamper off, but left before it came back."
Oh. My. Gosh.
I says, "That's sad; I don't wanna write about that." But - as this epic author often states - "I said it in my head, so nobody heard it but me". I wrote the three he asked for and then - y'all are gonna hate me  for this - but I um, well . . . I sort of killed it. I implied it was probably dead. Squashed. In the road. Uh, yeah.

However!
In "Development of the English Language", we read words in Old English.
Now THAT was fun!
And no, Old English is not Shakespeare. He may be difficult for you to understand, but he actually wrote in Modern English. Modern as in "what we speak now". Yep.

THIS is Old English.


And that is "Beowulf". Epic. Story. You must read it before you die. You must.
(For those who are unaware.)
[Also, mūs up there is Old English for um, well, mouse. It's pretty neat, actually.]

Tuesday, November 22

Dad-isms

Okay, I love my dad.
I am my father's daughter in more ways than one.
HOWEVER!
We don't always quite agree on what constitutes a good movie.
Example:
I'm watching Pride and Prejudice with my mom, and my brother had some friends over.
One of his friends - who shall for our purposes be called 'John' - came in from playing outside and just stared at the TV.
The following conversation ensued:
John: What is this?
Me: Pride and Prejudice.
Enter the Dadster. (That's not what we call him, but I'm fairly sure he won't object to that title.)
John: >defuddled face<
Dad: You know those movies they make you watch in Hell? That's one of 'em.
John: . . . Oh.
Yeah.
True story.

Monday, March 14

Spring Break

>Sigh.<

Alas, all good things must come to an end.

Oh, well. Life goes on. >Sniffle.<

Spring. Break. Was. An. Epic. Win.

I drove four hours north (all by me onesie!) to visit my best friend at her university. It was a BLAST! I stayed in the dorm with her and her two roommates (who rock!) and it was just great. However, my bestie neglected to inform me that the weekend I was coming was the weekend they had to clean . . . everything. Haha, it was hilarious, watching them run around like that, but I must say, they inspired me to clean. So, I cleaned out the only thing I had brought with me: my purse. Yeah. It was pretty bad.

But the stay was awesome!

But now, Spring Break is over. I have literally 24 hours left before I return to the halls of . . . >cue dramatic music< SCHOOL. (Or, as Megamind would say it, "shuul".)

But I shall persevere!

My freshman year is almost OVER!

(Thank GOD for that!)

So, I shall end with a quote from one of my new favorite movies:

"See this face? It's a happy gnome face."

^-^

Monday, February 14

Happy Valentine's Day . . .

Who do I think I'm kidding?

Happy Singles Awareness Day! =3

Anyhoo, I had hoped to have a story done for today, but unless a miracle explodes in my cranium - unlikely - we'll have to do without that.

But, I did find some pretty nifty love quotes that I thought were pretty sweet. (I'd tell you where I got them, but I got them about a year ago, and I can't even remember what I did last week, let alone way back then.)

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
- Aristotle

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
- Lao Tzu

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
- Henry Ward Beecher

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
- Zora Neale Hurston

He gave her a dozen roses, 11 real and 1 fake, and he told her, “I’ll love you until the last one dies.”
- Anonymous

She asked him if he thought she was pretty, and he said no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever, and he said no. She asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied no.
She had heard enough.
As she walked away, tears streaming down her face, he grabbed her arm and said, “You’re not pretty, you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I’d die.”
- Anonymous 


Girl: "I'm having my surgery today!"
Boy: >Says nothing.<
Girl: >Lies on the operating table.<
Boy: >cries and mouths 'I love you'.<
>> A WEEK LATER <<
Girl: >Looks for Boy.< "Where is he?"
Mother: "Didn't they tell you who gave you your heart?"
- Anonymous