Alright, it's Boxing Day, but Father Christmas might still be stuck down your chimney so let's stay in the Christmas spirit.As I mentioned (did I?), I wasn't going to let my food issues clog up my Christmas day. I helped my mum with the massive Christmas dinner and we enjoyed it. Mind, we're a bit of a small-stomached family, so after the starter we were full (or I was at least - Caribbean bread with pate and salmon and dips, mm) and had a bit of a break before the main event, where we were all still too stuffed to truly enjoy the lamb, potatoes, parsnips, carrots, sprouts, stuffing and pigs-in-blankets. Oh, and my homemade Yorkshires. But hey ho. It wasn't until hours afterwards that we tackled dessert - cheesecake, trifle and MY homemade mince pies, which went down a treat. It was still a really lovely day, and I got everything I could've hoped for!
I don't feel too bad. I weighed myself this morning and I was still 9 stone 3, so at least the massive amounts of food haven't done too much damage. I think the illness helps, though - it really gets rid of your appetite. We're going sale shopping tomorrow and I'm going to squeeze into some gorgeous clothes if it kills me.
I hope you all had lovely Christmases too, if you were celebrating!
I have another New Year's resolution. Be more girly. Basically, I've been feeling a bit depressed about the lads recently. There's this gang of girls, I might've mentioned them before, who me and M call the Pretty Skinny Crew. They're all gorgeous and incredibly skinny. One of them is anorexic and she's still thought of as ridiculously hot. They're shallow, vain and have no personality between the four or five of them, but they're still admired like they're queens of the earth. Particularly from my housemates and neighbouring boy mates. I feel like... like the boys and them are trying to establish some sort of attractive gang. My housemates aren't bad looking and the neighbouring lads certainly turn a few heads (well, a few of them do) and the pretty girls beg them to death, and of course, the boys love it, and it's an endless charade of attractiveness. The boys do anything for them, treat the girls like they're princesses, even pay for taxis when they haven't got any money. Myself and M? They'll happily abandon us (separately) outside a nightclub if there's no room in the taxi (hey, they've done it many a time.)
The real straw was when one of my housemates texted me this morning saying "happy christmas mate." OK, us Brits say 'mate' a lot, and I say it to my girl friends sometimes, but it's generally something boys say to each other. Girls aren't mates. Girls are babes and huns and sweets and whatnot. He called me mate! Alright, so it was probably a mass generic text he sent to loads of people (and loads of boys, no doubt), but I highly doubt he sent it to one of the Pretty Skinny Crew. The thing is, I hate being seen as one of the lads. I don't WANT that. I want to be a GIRL. I'm going to become more of one. I thought I was already quite girly, but I can get more-so. I'll paint my nails and do French Manicures and wear lots of jingly bracelets and jewellery all the time. I'll wear prettier clothes and skimpier ones for clubbing, and I'll get thin and dainty so I look better in said clothes and can even COMPARE to one of the Pretty Skinny lot. I'll walk better, speak more softly and wear sexy underwear under everything. I'll groom myself to death and exfoliate my skin. I'll wear my dental plate every night so my teeth are straight and buy one of those home-whitening kits to bleach my teeth. I'll get better mascara and apply it the way my sister does so they're darker and more gorgeous than ever. I'll have a huge array of various bags and shoes and I'll look amazing all the time. I'll blowdry my hair and wear gorgeous make-up and will always have carefully plucked eyebrows and will STOP biting the skin around my fingers.
I'll be soft and attractive and I won't dare be seen as one of the boys. I'll do it!
I'm going to get a hair revamp soon. Get lots cut off and change the colour. I'm not really sure what to, though. I have very very dark brown hair so it doesn't give me a lot of scope - sometimes I dye it black for a dramatic turn but it normally fades quite quickly. I'll ask the hairdresser for tips.
In 2011, I WILL be perfect. You wait and see!
Q x
Hey there hun! My I've missed reading your blog! I'm glad you had such a wonderful Christmas! The food your mentioned sounds lovely (I've never had lamb, mince pies, or parsnips!). You've inspired me to make "become more girly" one of my New Year's resolutions! I can relate to that in a way- I've always been a bit tomboyish but not "real" boyish, you know? I straighten my hair and other than dying it, that's about it! (I can't do much with it now that it's short ><). I only ware the minimum amount of makeup needed to cover the pimples and that's all. I would rather go out of the house in baggy athletic clothing than a dress! But I loved what you said about the girly goal- I too need to become more of a girl. A girl that dresses pretty with nice clothes and shoes, wears lots of make-up and jewelery, has cute bags & nice ways to fix the hair, and paint my nails. You're totally right, 2011 will be the "year of perfection!" (p.s., for hair dye colors, dark red is really pretty)
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yummo your xmas dinner must have been the best :)
ReplyDeletethere's nothing wrong with being girly in the sense of making your hair neater and whatnot but don't change who you are! you're so lucky you have good guy friends and i'm sure they love you just the way you are. guys can like the girly, typical hot type but they will fall in love with a personality. be yourself because yourself is amazing
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p.s. totally with you on the resolution to stop biting/picking nails and skin around fingers!
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