tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70550313528119274732011-04-21T14:40:13.603-07:00Alligirlnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055031352811927473.post-7154619444819874152008-09-11T18:59:00.000-07:002008-09-11T19:06:54.346-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue_v0hxHAvE/SMnOi7yQ-aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ilQpHllysk/s1600-h/robics.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244950340609046946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ue_v0hxHAvE/SMnOi7yQ-aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ilQpHllysk/s320/robics.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You loook at other females's crotches and asses on aerobic classes. Not that it's bad, it's just something funny how It's hard to look away when you have a woman legs wide opened facing you, just to compare you know... guys do it at bathrooms, we at aerobics lol</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055031352811927473-715461944481987415?l=straighttalkforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alligirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055031352811927473.post-66951488430873536082008-09-10T15:16:00.000-07:002008-09-10T15:44:38.134-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes you just need to be told you're beautiful the way you are. Sometimes you need someone to tell you he/she <span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>loves</em></span> you the way you are and'd still love you even if you were <span style="color:#ffff00;">1000 pounds</span>. To tell you you're not fat, and that you must be <strong><span style="color:#996633;">VERY STRONG</span></strong> to work your tail off and do all that crazy stuff to be <strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">thin</span></strong>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wish someone'd tell me he/she <strong>apreciates</strong> that I don't abuse<span style="color:#339999;"> diuretics</span> the way I used to and that it doesn`t matter if I'm not THAT skinny. I wish someone would tell me I'm beautiful the way I am <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>for what I am inside</em></strong></span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wish someone <span style="color:#cc0000;">besides myself</span> would tell me I'm better off <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">pills</span>. That even If I'm chubby I'm not that bad and I don't need them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That taking diuretics, sibutramine, orlistat, two cups of <span style="color:#009900;">green</span> tea and two cups of dieting tea everyday must be a <span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"><strong><em>huge effort</em></strong></span>, and not just "oh, you do? It doesn't look like", </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"You're telling me you won't have any <span style="color:#ff9900;">ice cream</span> because It has a lot of <strong>calories</strong>? You're already fat" <span style="color:#3333ff;">OH THAT WAS ME BULLYING MYSELF</span> ...again...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That many times you <span style="color:#ff0000;">procastinate studying</span> to <span style="font-size:130%;">work out</span> or to read on the internet looking for someone coming threw the same things you are.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes you need someone to tell you, you don't need that to be beautiful 'cuz <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>you already are beautiful</em></strong></span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I just wish someone would know what if feels inside when you work this hard. And then you get the <strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">guts</span></strong> and gain the <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>courage</strong></span> and you finally tell him/her what you feel for him/her and he/she <span style="color:#cc66cc;">CHANGES THE SUBJECT</span>... and gets all friendly and pretends I just didn't declare myself, but does he want me to say? Oh ok, maybe he's <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>shy</strong></span>, only time can tell.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>I'm</strong> <strong>not</strong> giving up.</span> Friday night: <span style="color:#33ff33;">bright lights</span>, <strong>music</strong>, <span style="color:#33ccff;">dance</span>, <span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>pretty clothes</em></span> and <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>makeup</strong></span>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>CLUB'LL TELL I GUESS</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055031352811927473-6695148843087353608?l=straighttalkforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alligirlnoreply@blogger.com0