Glad the baboon heart wasn't needed!

I also love Totino's Cheap-Ass Crap Pizza.

I have a friend who is so Buffista-like, even down to the way she phrases things (today she said STABBITY! Who says that?), it's hard for me to believe she isn't lurking here. So, AA, if you're here, you know it's me, unlurk already! Or at least email me.

ahem Carry on.

The fact that I'm posting either means that I'm recovering after getting a baboon heart transplant and The Boy brought me my laptop, or I'm home waiting for pizza to get out of the oven.

Go pizza! Choose pizza!

Steph I am so glad you are OK

Andi, I too wonder what it's like to be beautiful. I hate what I have become and despair of ever being attractive or losing enough weight to possibly help my lymphedema and make breast reconstruction a safer bet.

I am fat now, but in my teens I was not (although I had a semi eating disorder.) Being non fat did not make me beautiful, in fact I actually got many many comments about how beautiful my body was, and it was too bad about my face! So, in some ways, it is a grass is always greener sort of thing. Not that this negates your experience, at all, just that mine as a thin( but unattractive person when I was young is very similar to my experience as a fat person who is older.

My BFF, who has been fat since childhood expresses the same desires to just chop off parts of her body, and it makes me so sad, because you and she are really beautiful.

I also think about what a difference an offhand comment makes... WHen I was in High School I was hangng out with a friend and really laughing and having a good time, and she looked at me and told me I was really beautiful when I was smiling and that has stuck with me through so much, because although I wasn't the kid that people hung out of bus windows and yelled fat hating things at, I was the kid who people yelled at about how I looked like aa monkey or a mouse or just, like in Color Purple "You sure is ugly!"

I still remember that in elementary school, some kid said I smelled like fried corn. I never really understood that.

I was good-looking in college. Big tits, red hair, not too pudgy. I hated it, because I had no frame of reference for why guys kept sidling up to me. I suspect a lot of the weight gain was so that jerks would stop yelling across the street that they liked my tits. (Of course, if I lost the weight now, I'd probably have a National Geographic style droopy bustline, but hey.)

In somewhat related news, yay, Totino's! Their Canadian bacon is so yummy.

some kid said I smelled like fried corn.

Yeah, but he didn't call you ugly fried corn.

Sophia, I've met you in person and I don't know how to break this to you - I mean I don't want to shatter you illusions - but you're pretty.

Though I will concede you do look exceptionally pretty when you're laughing.

Pshaw, David I am really just a person looking person, I think.

The weird thing is that the girl who told me I was pretty was the sister of the boy who gave me one of the worst ugly comments he used to call me Medusa because I wore my hair in braids and was so ugly I would turn people to stone. He died rather tragically in 7th grade, and later I became friends with his sister. And later still, with his mother.

Angela and Jordan 2010

Steph, my friend posted the following as her Facebook status:

Normal human beings don't live through five heart attacks. Therefore, I propose that Dick Cheney is an evil avatar sent to us from an alien planet.

I responded thusly:

Actually, my friend's dad has lived through five heart attacks.

(My friend's dad is not Dick Cheney.)

She responded:

Wow, resilient. Is your friend's dad an avatar?

IS HE?

Wow, resilient. Is your friend's dad an avatar?

IS HE?

I'M NOT ALLOWED TO TELL!