"Be gone thou fats, and never shall thee return!"

I do wish it was all so simple, then i could wish for the Jessica Alba's killer body with those awesome Abs..I would walk around all day long with just a mid-riff flaunting what I have (or maybe not) despite the cold.

Sigh, why do I have to go through this real dumb depression again. Almost every month. I'm determined to do something about it, I so am.

At least the gym-like dance rehearsals every night has got me exercising and losing a bit here and there. But that's not enough! I'm never satisfied. Don't get me wrong, I love myself. Just that I have an image problem with myself, no wait..just that I'm not satisfied with myself. But really, I will never consider cosmetic surgery, i'm not such a sorry-state to even think of that. Botex maybe when i'm older, but not intensively, just a little, but surgery..no way. I'd rather keep those fats.

Okie, I'm uttering on and on on random and nonsensical stuff, but that's what a blogs for. To ramble on about things of the world you have opinions on, but of cuz right now, it's just rambling on about me. I told you I love myself now didn't I?

So this really isn't the end, I've got more to say about my depression really I do. I feel like a walking polar bear, so pale and un-tanned as white as a sheet, so fat and chubby, with eye bags. So I've got stumpy legs, (as if you didn't already know), and yes, this means that i'm not really a candy-eyed little girl for the society of Melbourne. Particularly my friends in dance who have to face an eye-sore like me every evening, much less tolerate with my whacky and insane character. I'm sorry world that I'm here and living in Carlton Victoria and studying in Melbourne Uni. I'm sure that just a few more years, like maybe 3-4, wouldn't be too strenuous on the community would it?

But of cuz, I must still add that I still love myself. Creative criticism always works they say. So this is what it is. or is it? Enough of my nonsense? Do you feel like kicking me in my cute lil butt now? or are you on the verge to, but have yet the courage to do so? Well, what you waiting for? just kick me! Like I don't already need fats bouncing off me whenever i shake my butt as i saunter down the streets thinking: "Just look at me, I'm a pretty ugly, little big fat, girl with the whole world going for me. Look at me. I SAID LOOK AT ME!"

Okie, enough now? Or do you want more..?

Hmm...okie, I'm back, I'm sorry for that little random thrash talk. Feeling bitchy so I've only myself to bitch about. But really, I am depressed. I want to lose the fats desperately, I'd do anything. I want Jessica Alba's body so badly. Any pointers anybody?

Okie, I'll stop for now, this post is a little bit too long...and I'm sure it's too tiring to read a long blog post...so..I'd stop..for now ! =)

Note: I may put a smiley face, but I am still depressed!!