Class is already done for the day. Now all that's left to do is go to work, go to yoga, go to dinner, and go home for the weekend. In class I got my speech mark--88 per cent! Wooot! That's my highest mark so far.
Next week we are going to learn about Commemorative speeches--a speech of thanks! Since I don't have anything or anyone in particular to thank, I think I'm going to write my speech in thanks of all the people who told me I was ugly and fat throughout my youth. I'm going to thank them for putting me through turmoil (for lack of a better word) and making me the person I am today. When I was younger, I never saw myself as beautiful. I compared myself to every single person that walked by me. I compared stomach sizes, eye brow shapes, and arm fat. I was obsessed with becoming someone else and not my own person because of the way that I was treated. However, as I grew older, I came to realize that all of the people who told me I wasn't beautiful didn't know shit!
Beauty can't be determined by simply interpreting a person's appearance. The definition of beauty in a dictionary (a combination of qualities, such as shape, colour, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight), is not accurate either.
Much like dreams, beauty means something different to each and every person.
If I do follow through with this speech idea, I'm going to thank the boys who made fun of me, the people who didn't believe me, the girls I compared myself to, and "society" for making me feel like a fat, ugly, loser.
I still have confidence issues but I am better off now than I ever was.
I do not feel guilty for eating chocolate. I do not feel guilty for eating food, altogether. I do have bad hair days. I did spend half an hour in the bathroom last night plucking my eyebrows. My nails aren't perfect, either. But, out of all of the people who stigmatized me while growing up, I don't know one who was perfect.