Showing posts with label Upset. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Upset. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Bad week.

Isn't it depressing when you don't know why you're upset or feeling a bit rubbish? Because I get that an awful lot.
Now is one of those times, I've been feeling a bit crappy all week, maybe because I'm thinking about what my future will be like, I've never been good with boys I like; I'm really confident in front of all my friends, but I get really awkward when put in that sort of situation. I'm also not good with expressing my true feelings to people, I often just break down at the smallest thing, like, if I get picked on in class to answer a question, and I don't know what to say, I sometimes just forget everything, and panic. It's usually because I haven't been listening, I'm easily distracted and find it difficult to concentrate on things I'm not massively interested in. I procrastinate a lot, I can't help it, and when I'm trying to sleep, it feels like there's a million thoughts in my head, all buzzing round. I, and a few friends, think it might be ADHD inattentive type, all my life I've been pretty much like this, and it all adds up.
So, any thoughts on that or am I being a hypochondriac?

Have a picture of the lovely Thom Yorke. Your description of ugly is my description of beautiful.
Now go and watch the video to Fake plastic trees. Listen to it, and let it make you sad. It's a wonderful song, and I love it.

Friday, 22 April 2011

Concern

Bit of a serious topic here..
I was going through my tumblr when I came across a picture a friend of mine had reblogged; it was a picture of the stomach of a girl, she was tiny, must have been about a UK size 6, if that, but not entirely healthy looking, hips jutting out slightly, visible ribs, so I went and had a look at the original source. It upset me, it really, truly did. The blog belonged to a girl who said she longed for the perfect body, and self harmed as an outlet; it was full of tiny, skinny girls, some healthy, but slim, others clearly starving and sick, mentally and physically.
Lets be honest here, girls, who doesn't want to be slim and elegant? Maybe a womenly, curvy, sexy figure? Nearly nobody is completely happy with themselves, including me, I'm about 5'5"-6", UK size 12, got a bit of a belly and chubby legs, I have quite wide hips and a biggish bust, but my waist is a decent size, at 28.5",  I personally like quite having a littleish waist and wider hips, but there's so many bits I'd love to slice off or make disappear. However for some people it's so much different to that, they can't see any bits that they like, hence anorexia sufferers; they convince themselves they are overweight and so much bigger than everyone else, when in reality they are literally starving themsleves to death.
And, I personally blame most of this on the media. Oh the media. Joy. 34"-24"-34". What's that? Just some random numbers? It's the most desireable proportions for a female high fashion model, you also have to be 5'8"-11". Most high fashion models are (obviously) very slim, skinny, even, resulting in an average BMI of 16.3. A healthy BMI is anywhere between 18.5 and 25. And people go around saying anorexia is just a cry for attention? Eating disorders are illnesses. Mostly mental. Imagine after, lets say years, of convincing yourself you're grossly overweight, someone comes along and tells you to stop attention-seeking and put some weight on. Now, you think you're overweight, and someone tells you to put weight ON, after you've been trying to lose weight? That must sound so ridiculous and slanderous! Plus, having horrendously low self-esteem, "stop attention-seeking!" sounds pretty darn awful.
Overall, have a little thought when you tell someone to "put some weight on!" or "you should calm down on the snacks..." tiny little snide comments like that can really push people over the edge. You can tell someone they're pretty, or beautiful, and they'll maybe believe you for the next few hours, tops. Tell someone they're ugly, fat, or stupid and they'll believe you forever. You can't undo the spoken word, so once it's done. it's done.
Rant over.
*Disclaimer* I have never suffered from an eating disorder, so if my facts are a bit off, please forgive me.
Also I'm sorry if this makes nearly no sense, it's 1 in the morning over here and I decided to do a blog post. Smart, eh?