June 30, 2010

The Beach.

Oh the beach. How you provide me with endless people to watch and things to make fun of. Now, I used to see the beach as a place to make me feel wholly terrible about myself and my body. Let’s face it, there is always going to be someone with a better body, better tan, better ass, it’s just the way it is. There are a lot of beautiful people showing off what they got, and if you’re anything like me, what you got is no where close to as cool.

But, being the little optimist that I am (ahaha.. oh that’s funny) I choose not to get down on myself about how I’m not in great shape, that my thighs are the size of some girls whole bodies and that some of those girls in the teeny bikinis were blessed with a body I could only get with plastic surgery, and instead think about it differently. Because for every person who looks better than me, chances are there are two people who look way worse. I am for sure not the prettiest person on the beach, but nor am I the worst on the eyes. I mean, I’m a pretty average sort of girl, and so are most of you. I don’t care how acne prone your face is, or how many beers that belly is storing in it, you are not the biggest acne case there or the biggest beer belly. So stop comparing yourself to all the beautiful people in life. Compare yourself to the ugly ones and watch how much better life will be. Example: I may be ghostly white, but at least I don’t have three chins.

So there’s my new motto on life. If you’re ever down about yourself, just look around because someone out there is fatter than you, or more boring than you, or dumber than you, or whatever you feel like is wrong with you. Open your eyes, someone’s got it worse than you, you average son of a gun you.

So, in closing, what has the beach taught me? That average is good enough.

1 comment:

Cheryl said...

:) I like!