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Jul

SuperbeautifulKellyClarkson!

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Namaste et bonjour! Salaam y hola! Sussreekall-n-yo!yo! Happyhappy day to everyone! Blessings and bliss to you all.
I trust the week will be productive, healthy and fun. :)
Om Sai Ram! Ya betcha ass it will! Right?
Speaking of ass…..today I am driven to touch upon (but not “touch” up on) Kelly Clarkson.
(I have a bee in my bonnet, this morning.)

Yes. Kelly. Let’s discuss:
She is an incredible vocalist.
Yes.
She is extremely pretty.
Yes, she is.

And that’s all.
:)

As it should be in our mention.

But, what’s that, you say? Pardon? People have MORE to add? About WHAT?
Her voice? Her writing? Her performances? Okay.
But….about her WEIGHT? (I would like to remind you: I AM a martial artist and an expunk who will feel aggressive, physically, in order to Defend the Righteous) *insert Pranayama here*
Breathe.

Fuck that! No!no!no! Fuck everyone. Poor girl! What does THAT have to do with anything???? (Ya feel me?)
Poor Kelly!
On the West Coast of North America, it seems like society wants chicks to have triathlete-esque bodies with bigbig boobs oin em. Given the bodyfat percentages/BMI required to get the “triathlete” look, big boobs AINT gonnba happen.
Our beauty standards are ridiculous.
We are all ridiculous.
I am including myself in that.
(In that I too fall prey to holding MYSELF up to certain standards) stupid.
No, you know I do not approve of “sizeist” comments. I, like you, try to never buy into that hooey.
Its WRONG because its stupid.
We tsk-tsk and admonish people, and blame them for, their weight. (But this is mostly in OUR Western culture…….where, clearly, we mustn’t have any REAL problems). There are entire industries based upon this fact.
Because we will judge others.
And we will judge ourselves.
We ALL do it.
(That is not very “Love-Myself-Today”)
Which brings us to…tits:

One-month-into being on Arimadex, I’m feeling the whole picture.
Hot flashing was something I THOUGHT I was experiencing, before (with chemo) but noooooooooooooooo! We are now -IN the trenches with the new meds.
Hotflash=heart palpitations, near-fainting-level-heatstroke, and COMPLETE insomnia.
Hmmm. On one hand ( and you gotta KNOW I’m gonna look at it this way first) iit is fascinating. Is it my hypothalamus? Its effects on the pituitary? What is it? Do my vessels dialate? Can you see it happen? Do the capillaries show up on the cheeks? What?what? LOL!
And the real pisser, here?
Bigswollenboobies.
No big deal, right? Hmph.
Again, in our culture, this should be considered a “reward”. A “silver lining” as people are lining up everyday to buy inmplants- with or without cancer.
And I get it.
And boobs are udderly gorgeous- no matter the size. Right?
But Arimidex is givin me elephantitus. Kinda not cool for me. Not very comfortable.
Can’t hit a ball straight. Can’t shoot a puck straight. Look like a wetnurse (aint that illegal or somethin?)
But. BUT…I can’t complain. “Arimadex could save my life”. (There. I said it outloud. Thank you, Ganesha)
Sooo…..as I admonish the admonishers for admonishing Kelly Clarkson, I must admonish myself for admonishing myself for the same stupid admonishments I’m admonishuing for.
Jeezus.
(Say THAT ten times fast!)
I hope everyone of you feels GOOOD about yourself and your situation. I wish you peace of mind, positive mental attitude, and happiness. I want that for you. I want you to succeed.
This week, take time out to remember to love yourself. The feeling will carry you through. And it will spread like a flu. :D
(Okay, not funny)
And express positivity to everyone around you. Big or small. Short or tall. Hot-n-flushed or cool. Don’t be a fool.
Heh, heh.
Loveloveylovelove-da-love and Highest blessings, with a great big Om Shanti and a hug for Kelly,
Biffy-en-route-to-gym
Xoxox