One time a good friend and I had a very interesting conversation about the preference of a guy regarding body figures when it comes on choosing their partners. He said that he really think that most of them drool over ones. "But personally," he added ", chubby ones would look cute too."
I was kinda devastated because of the ideology we all had was unhealthy. The standard of beauty (as what i was always talking about on my previous blog posts) was fashioned in such ways that almost everyone is willing to be at the brink of death for the sake of vanity. And so I was disappointed and insecure.
He asked me the same question. I simply told him ", if you found someone who would love your imperfections more than your good side, IT'S SOMETHING. IT'S DIVINE."
I'm not sure if he was convinced with my answer, but for me, it's the rule of the thumb when it comes to the exhausting thing called love - a word which i can't barely write legibly on my pad .
I admit I've now grown to be a sour grape when it comes to that matter. I can clearly recall myself on being enthusiastic in the "waiting thing" and of course. falling in love. They said failures are just detours to success. Well if that's the case, I've been on detours that seemed like forever! Hell, where's EXIT?
Another friend of mine was worried about me. He was bothered and he said that If I can't get hold of myself, I might end up being a spinster. I admit I was horrified but then i said to myself ", why not?" I was born single, sure thing dying single won't hurt.
Why did I said that? Ladies, ask this to yourselves, Would you be happy in a setting where you got a husband whose a pretty good catch and cute and adorable kids. But in the middle of the night you'll be ballistic going gaga about the red lipstick stain on his collar while your shade is CHERRY PINK!? FUCK THAT!
i therefore conclude,
THE world is a fucktard bitch
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