Monday, May 27, 2013

Operation Dating Detox: Week #3

Well I'm past the halfway point and I've come to the ass kicking part of my journey. It feels something like this: 

Prior to Googling this little masterpiece I could not tell you the man in the rather fabulous white suit is named Weng Weng. To think that I would have lived my entire existence without knowing that, is just plain sad. He does what it's only taken one full size man to do. That's heavy on the figuratively and not so heavy on the literal but something tells me you got that part.

I should have known that Week #3 was going to be a tough one when instead of doing a proper Week #2 update I opted for a mid-week update instead. I guess looking back it was the calm before the storm. Hindsight is 20/20, actually I had friend who said it was 19/20. Either way looking back from where I'm at now I can admit to being a total train wreck but you know what that's just how I roll. There was time when I would have downplayed how I felt or what I was thinking but this go round I'm choosing to make an ass of myself in a more pronounced fashion. There is a glimmer of hope & that would be my hot to crazy ratio. Are you familiar with this school of thought?
The Urban Dictionary puts it like this, it's a scale in which the vertical axis is labeled "HOT" & the horizontal axis is labeled "CRAZY." A girl is allowed to be crazy as long as she's equally hot.  
The flip side is that I'm not crazy or hot. I'd like the record to reflect that I'm not ugly. Let's call "HOT" a state of mind that I've yet to reach. I'm a work in progress. Aren't we all? I'm late to the whole "accepting your body" way of being but I'm here now & totally ready to embrace all the things that make me, me. That goes for the internal & external. Love comes in all shapes, sizes & colors. Love is blind. I do believe that it just happens in the most beautiful unexpected way. Hold on, did I just say that? Who the hell am I & where has my snarky edge gone? I'm back.

I'm moving. I'm not sure where I'm going. I've yet to pick a destination. Maybe that's my problem. Seems like a rather fitting way to close a week that's totally kicked my ass or more appropriately reminded me that my heart is not any one's piñata

XO, Miss BB


  1. I'm still working on getting that personal acceptance. Let me know how it goes!