bury me in this dress

My friend will be leaving for the US later. Boo hoo. Another one bites the dust. Hehehe. A couple of years ago, it was me who bid adieu but look where I am again. Back in this third world charm of a country. And I’m happy that I’m back. I don’t think anything can make me leave again…well unless I meet a foreign guy who’d sweep me off my feet. Or something bad happens to the Philippines, like another dictatorship or something similar…or worse. Anyway, I hope my friend finds her happiness there. If not, she can always come back here and we’ll be waiting with brown open arms. Feh this is mush. hehehe.

Rant time! Ding!

I have this aunt who keeps on insisting that I go on a diet, go to gym regularly, have liposuction or surgery done, become your normal Filipina. Of course I was being sarcastic on that last part, okay? I love my aunt and her bipolar quirks but I hate this nagging about losing weight. Lately she’s been pushing me to have a gastric band surgically implanted on me. Well I talked to mom about what my aunt said and she agrees with her. She thinks it will drastically improve my life. I don’t know why she thinks that but she’s all for it. Well thankfully I am not. I don’t want no foreign object in my insides, thank you very much. I will never have Gastric Bypass Surgery UNLESS it’s a life and death situation and maybe even then I won’t because that kind of surgery can kill you. All my relatives know that I’m the President of the Philippine Chapter of International Size Acceptance Association (ISAA) and they are aware of my thoughts about surgeries like that. So why do they still keep on pushing me change the way I am?! I don’t really mind my size. Hey, I’m fat and I’m beautiful. I’m pretty healthy as well. So why fix what ain’t broke, right? But no! They want me to conform to society’s ideals. They want me to be thin. They think that would make me happy. But I know it won’t. It might make them happy but I know that even if I become thin, I’ll still be depressive dementia and only therapy, and hard work on my part would fix that. So people, accept the way I am. I don’t want to be thin and normal. I want to be fat and fabulous!