Three things of which I am not ashamed.
1.) I am a recovering anorexic and bulimic.
Sometimes – although very rarely now – after I finish eating a meal, a little voice inside my head tells me to throw everything up.
Sometimes – although very rarely now – after a week of rest, a little voice inside my head tells me that my inactivity has rendered me ugly and powerless.
Sometimes – although very rarely now – I feel as though my skin is itself crawling the length of my body, and that none of my clothes fit my frame.
Sometimes – although very rarely now – I’m afraid to leave the house for fear of others looking at me.
Sometimes it’s hard.
Every day it’s getting better.
2.) I firmly believe in the importance of first impressions.
Don’t get me wrong, I also believe in second chances, but nothing leaves a mark like an awkward or obnoxious round one in, shall we say, the boxing ring of life.
And in the end, after the bell has run twice, if I still don’t warm to you, I’m probably not going to stick around and try to play-act nice.
I’ll probably just punch your lights out.
(I kid, I kid.)
I mean, I’m not going to treat you like a right-arse, or anything to that effect – I will be polite, or professional, or formal (or a combination of all three), but then I’ll get the heck out.
Plus, if I don’t dig your style, you probably don’t dig mine. It’s a mutual thing, right? It’s not me, it’s you – and vice versa.
I fight tooth and nail for those that I love (in said boxing ring of life), and I put a ton of energy into championing them and their causes. As such, I would prefer to invest my time and resources into helping those individuals.
I am finally at a place in my life where I have stopped completely wrecking myself over what others think of me (I am now known to only marginally wreck myself.)
And I’d like to keep going down this path.
3.) I love, LOVE pop music.
I sing along to Carly Rae Jepsen ALL THE DAMN TIME. On repeat.
I like Robyn.
I like Lady Gaga.
I like LMFAO.
(Seriously, everyday I’m shuffling.)
I love cheesey, dance-crazy, pump-up-the-radio-and-SING music.
(I like other music too, but come summertime? GIVE ME BEATS THAT MAKE MY FEET TAPA-TAP-TAP AND TEETH ACHE FROM A SUGARY SYRUP OVERLOAD.)
And if you ever pull up next to me in your car, at some random stoplight, betwixt the months of June and August?
There’s no power in the ‘verse can stop me.