Fridays are my favourite day.
Mc Douche Bag Selfie.
It’s a lovely Tuesday, despite being up at 6:15 AM and having a run in with a big, fat spider in the kitchen. It then did that thing spiders do- disappeared after I sprayed it. No body was found. It’s probably holed up somewhere with its mates, plotting revenge. God help me.
When my daughter first showed signs of hating herself, I got out photoshop. We went and found an image of her choosing, of a woman. I spent the next two hours showing her just how easy it was to alter this woman. I changed her hair, whitened her teeth, made her thinner. I erased her blemishes and even made her taller while my daughter sat there aghast. At the end of it she loudly said - ” THAT’S NOT FAIR!”
I told her that damn near every image she saw of people in magazines, on television, etc, was altered like this, and that she should never compare herself to that, because even supermodels don’t look like supermodels.
I wish I could do that for every child. I wish it was a mandatory class in school.
I AM SHOWING THIS TO EVERYONE
I SAW THIS IN CLASS BEFORE. THE TEACHER WAS ALL LIKE ”please, never compare yourself to people you see in magazines. They’re always altered. It’s as easy as that.” I ALMOST STOOD UP AND YELLED ”AMEN, MISS. AMEN.”
Plot twist: Blurred Lines is about a dog.
It make a lot more sense about a dog.
"Good girl" and "I know you want it (the ball)"