Gym clothes rock!

The cool things about working at the gym are 1) I get to wear exercise clothes to work, or just regular jeans with my Spartan Pit t-shirt, because it’s a gym. I’m a horrible, lazy slob about clothes most of the time so this is heaven to me! I’m so lazy about it that I don’t even really know how to apply makeup! Ok-not quite true, I know how to apply eyeliner and mascara without looking like a circus freak or Cleopatra but that’s it…. so yeah, I get to wear the most comfortable clothes in the world at work, 2) I get off at 7:30pm and some nights that means I have time to jump in on the Muay Thai class before heading home, and 3) I’ve gotten to know the most of the instructors and personal trainers lot better, which makes it easier to respect them as teachers and also easier to understand and learn from them. I think it’s easier to learn from people that I know on a less formal level, like as friends too, not just as my teachers. Make sense?

Speaking of Muay Thai, here’s a quick word of advice, unless you like having giant bruises and knots in your shins, use shin guards during Muay Thai classes, and if you can, pair up with someone who also has a pair of shin guards. Especially when practicing with fighters.

Last Saturday I paired up with Dominique, the woman that fought at Cowboys Dance Hall few weeks ago. The reason I paired up with her was because she had shin guards and I didn’t I didn’t want to work with someone who didn’t have any because knocking shins with someone for an hour is not fun. The fact that she had shin guards made a huge difference, just not as much as I was hoping. I had just regular, sort of faint bruises after Saturday, and then I took it again on Wednesday after work and I still didn’t have shin guards so I paired up with a guy who did. It didn’t help too much then either. I think his were sort of cheap because I now have a giant bruise running down the front of one shin, and a few medium sized bruises on the other. I think the bigger bruise might even be called a hematoma. It’s pretty bad. Not that I mind too much. The way I see it, if I’m going to do something hard and sort of painful, I’d like to have something to show for it.

“We sweat in the gym, so we won’t bleed in the streets”

Don’t be that guy

Megan and I took wrestling tonight, and at the end of the class we had a few rounds of grappling, so we could try to actually use the techniques we had just learned, and so the instructors could see what we needed help with. I think Megan and I were pretty evenly matched. She got an armbar on me once, and I got her in a triangle choke, besides that it was just back and forth with me mostly on bottom but not always on defense. For those of you who don’t know what a triangle choke is, it’s a blood choke where you trap someones arm and neck with your legs and apply enough pressure to cut off blood circulation to their head. That’s why it’s called a blood choke, you’re not trying to cut off their air supply-but that does occasionally happen too. A blood choke is much more effective, when done right it only takes 4 or 5 seconds to make someone pass out.

Don’t ever, ever criticize wrestlers or mma fighter when they’re grappling and get all locked up and aren’t striking very much. Just don’t. The reason I’m saying this is because unless you take a few real wrestling classes you can’t possibly understand how much energy it takes to control someone. Just control them, and by control them I just mean not let them break your arm or choke you out.

Tonight we did those three three minute rounds of grappling at the end of class and that was enough to exhaust all of us, and we aren’t pros, and we didn’t have to worry about keeping our partners from striking. Imagine how hard it must be to, not only keep someone from submitting you, but also keep them from knocking your lights out.

The reason I brought this up is because at the fights a few weeks ago one of the bouncers was talking to a waitress about how the fighters weren’t striking enough when they were on the ground and all the things he’d do better. And that really rubbed me the wrong way because if he knows so much and would do so much better than any of the fighters why wasn’t he in the ring? he obviously knew he could beat them. Why wasn’t he already a professional? He seemed to know everything there was to know and was apparently much stronger and had better cardio than any of the people who had been training for years for those fights.

He wouldn’t have lasted more than a round with any of those guys. He thought just because he could see what was happening, he knew all about it. Maybe he’s seen quite a few fights, but he’d obviously never actually, seriously grappled with someone. Because if he had, there’s no way he would’ve been talking like that.

See what I’m saying? please, don’t be that guy.

Alligator Lake

Things have finally started calming down around here. Well, when I say calming down, I mean we’re getting used to it. It’s getting more organized. Now that summer is coming, it’s only going to get busier.

Speaking of summer, am I the only one in the world who hates swimming? I like the beach because it’s clear and you can stick to just wading around in the shallow water without missing out on anything cool(except the occasional shark attack), but I really dislike lakes and swimming pools. I don’t like lakes because I always feel like something is going to drag me down to the bottom where it’s all mirky, and slimy and kill me, and swimming pools are just sort of meh to me. My lake phobia either came from that episode of Supernatural from the first season with the ghost in the lake… or the fact that the lake we usually went to out in Boerne actually had a few alligator sightings, and they may have caught a small one there too. We called it alligator lake.

My uncle Patrick Henry just moved down here from Oregon. He’s the one I keep trying to wrestle with, and he gave me an old skateboard to rebuild last time I visited him in Oregon. I say try because I’m ridiculously outmatched. He’s staying with his older brother out in the country at least until he turns 18. So I probably wont get to see him too much but maybe I can steal his awesome skateboard since he won’t be able to use in on the dirt roads. :D  I put new bearings in mine but I haven’t had the money to buy trucks or better wheels for it yet so it’s still pretty cheap feeling. It’s not horrible anymore but it’s definitely not a great board yet.

Kaitlyn, Megan, and I have decided to start taking wrestling full time, and we’re currently taking kick boxing instead of Krav. Things have gotten super busy at the gym lately, they started offering a new classes and a flood of new people came in, and Rudy teaches those new classes. So until they can figure things out, we’re taking other classes. Which I’m totally cool with, it’s a nice change.

We’re actually learning a lot of the same stuff still as we did in Krav, the only difference is all the rules you have to follow if you’re learning it for sport. Of course we don’t have to follow all of those rules since we’re learning it for self defense but it is interesting to learn just how many limitations they’ve put in the sport. If you don’t know much about it, when you watch it, like on TV(UFC), it just looks like two guys beating each other senseless by any means necessary, but it’s not. The more you pay attention and learn about it the less brutal it seems.

While we’re on the subject, did anyone else geek out when former welterweight UFC champion Georges St Pierre showed up as a french kick-boxing mercenary in Captain America: The Winter Soldier? I knew he was in there but it was still really exciting to see that. I caught myself thinking of it as an actual fight for just a second and I was cheering for him in my head(sorry Captain)… He’s my favorite fighter. Well, my favorite in the welterweight division. I have three favorite fighters, GSP-welterweight division, Jon Jones-light heavy weight, and Caine Velasques-heavy weight. GSP has an amazing record of 25-2, and I actually have a friend who went hunting with one of the only fighters to ever beat him. Pretty cool, right? Jon Jones is a beast, he’s the youngest UFC champion in history, and he’s a christian, he has Philippians 4:13 tattooed across his chest and he’s very vocal and unashamed of his faith. I follow him on instagram, he’s a pretty funny dude. I don’t know too much about Caine Velasquez but I do know I have a cousin named for him and he has the most knockouts in UFC heavyweight division history. His MMA record is 13-1 and the only fight he lost seemed like kind of a fluke to me. Out of all the fighters I know of, those are the three I like best.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for you today. Sorry if the fight talk bores you, it’s kind of my life right now. Especially since the UFC is coming to San Antonio in June. And if you live in the area and are looking for tickets, the Spartan Pit is selling them. Just fyi…

Fight night

The fights last Saturday were really good. Three of the four people fighting from the Spartan Pit won, and the one who lost had nothing to be ashamed of. All the fights except his were fairly matched. Our winning fighters all won by unanimous decision. There were 11 fights total counting the main event, and we stayed for ten of them. We didn’t know either of the main fighters, so we had no interest in seeing the match. Our fighters were the 2nd, 6th, 8th, and 10th.

I didn’t think our first fight was going to be much of a match, it was the girls fight, the second fight of the night. When I say I didn’t think it would be much of a match, I mean I didn’t think Dominique’s opponent would last long, but she did pretty good. Dominique was definitely a lot stronger but this other girl wanted to win pretty bad. She made it through all three rounds. She put up a really good fight, she got a pretty good guillotine choke at one point. One thing I noticed was, all of our fighters did a superman punch, which is something Rudy, the head coach loves teaching. Now I know why, it worked every time. A superman punch is when you fake a kick, and as they go to check or block it, you’d throw your leg back and punch instead. It gives the punch more force and also gets their guard down.

Out of all of them I’m most impressed with our second fighter- the 6th fight of the night. The one who lost. Alfred is only 18, and this was his first fight. His opponent was 25, and a real weirdo. He spent the entire time trying to psych him out and it hardly worked. As soon as the fight started Alfred attacked. He didn’t waste anytime. He had his opponent on the ground in just over a minute and almost made him tap with an armbar. It was a beautiful armbar. The only reason he didn’t win right then was because he wasn’t willing to put enough pressure on it to actually break his arm. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t have been able to do it either. After that his opponent got on top of him and he couldn’t flip him off. He should’ve made it to the second round but the ref called it. If he had made it to the next round I think he could’ve won. He fought like a champ but he was outmatched. He was super calm and controlled the whole time though. After all the fights but that one, the fighters would shake hands and talk, and maybe even hug, but not this one. The one guy was too busy gloating and dancing around making gross gestures at Alfred to shake hands with him.

Our third fighter, Matt, was the 8th to fight, and he left with nothing more than a bloody nose. I was impressed, but not terribly surprised. His fight looked more like a boxing match than anything else, he wouldn’t let the guy take him to the ground. He told me a while ago that he did boxing for years before he started seriously training, so he’s pretty good at slipping punches. I talked to him Tuesday after work and he said the reason he just out boxed the guy instead of trying to pin him and pound him down-which is really what I was expecting- is because his opponent has a black belt in Judo. Makes sense. I wouldn’t want to grapple with someone like that if I had a choice about it either.

The last who fought had the most interesting fight. Lots of ups and downs. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind at the end though, Sam had definitely won. At least once during each round he did what we call ‘ground and pound’. Pretty self explanatory, right? He had the guy on the ground, he was sitting on his chest, and he was pounding him down. It sounds brutal but it’s really not as bad as it seems. It only lasted five or ten seconds each time and the punches weren’t to hard because the guy was constantly trying to throw him off.
During that fight we saw something really odd. Something I have never seen happen in any MMA fight before. I’ll do my best to explain it. I wish I had a video to show y’all though, it’s really hard to explain. So, Sam was sitting on Josh’s’ chest, ground and pound, and Josh, who is really skinny and apparently ridiculously flexible, wrapped his feet around Sams neck. While he was sitting on him. Seriously, he folded in half and brought his legs up against Sams back and wrapped his feet around his neck. He was trying to throw him back to get him off him. That didn’t work though, so instead, he slid out from under him, using his legs for leverage. It was really weird. During the fights the coaches would be shouting to their fighters non stop giving them advice, but when that happened it was dead quiet around the ring. No one had any idea what to say.

I was a little disappointed with our ringside seats. It was nice being less than a hundred feet from the fights but we were slightly bellow the ring. The ring was about four feet off the ground and our seats were just folding chairs.That made it kind of hard to see what was happening when the fighters were wrestling. The fights took place in the bull fighting ring so the ring and the ‘ringside’ seats were inside the actual arena and the GA seats were up on the bleachers. I spent most of the fights halfway up the iron fence the separated the ringside seats from the bleachers, just because I couldn’t see what was happening from my seat.

It was nice getting to high five our fighters as they entered the arena and getting to talk to some of them after the fights but I might just go with GA seats next time so I can see the fights better.

My etsy nightmare

It’s finally here!

I had to fight for it, but it’s here at last.



Isn’t it wonderful? It’s 19′ long. Just a little bit longer than advertised but I’m not going to complain, not about that anyways. His scarves were anywhere from 12′ to 20′ long and a whole 12″ wide, mine is only 6″ wide. I’ll mostly wear it like he did in this picture.

If you don’t want to hear me geek out about classic Doctor Who facts, or rant about my awful Etsy experience, I suggest you don’t finish this post.



You have been warned.

For those of you who don’t know who this is walking with the Doctor, it’s Romana. Not the original Romana. This is her second regeneration. Mary Tamm played the first regeneration, this is Lalla Ward in the picture. Romana is not her full name. Her full name is Romanadvoratrelundar. When she first told the Doctor her name, the first thing he said about it to her was “I’m terribly sorry, is there anything we can do about that?” he was so sarcastic. He always said whatever he felt like saying, and no one could stop him, that’s why I love him. Romana was definitely one of my favorite classic companions, along with Ace and Leela. She was a timelord, like the Doctor. The Doctor only traveled with two timelords, Romana, and his granddaughter, Susan-companion of the first Doctor.

The scarf itself is wonderful, the owner of the shop I bought it from is… not so cool. It took 2 months, nine messages, an escalated case on Etsy, and lots of hinting at name calling.

It was all fine until I sent her the payment, but once I sent her payment, she ignored me for two weeks, until I said “you’ve been ignoring me since I payed you. What is going on?” then she apologized and said she’d ship it in a few days.
Two weeks after that I had to open a case with etsy because she hadn’t shipped it and wouldn’t answer me again. Once I opened the case she printed the label and marked it shipped but still didn’t actually ship it.
A week later I told her I knew it hadn’t shipped even though she had told me otherwise and I escalated the case. Then she told me she shipped it. She said it was in the mail.
But, surprise! she still hadn’t shipped, and she wouldn’t until I told her to cancel my order. I told her on the 24th to refund me and just keep the stupid thing. She didn’t of course. She shipped it. The day after I tried to cancel my order. That’s just wrong.

Now here it is. In March. The end of March. It’s almost April now. I won’t be able to wear it until the end of the year now. And there’s nothing I can do but leave crummy feedback. I don’t trust her to give me my money back. She lied about shipping it several times, she’s obviously got issues. I wouldn’t trust her to give me $50 back once I’d sent the scarf back.

I never actually called her a crook or a liar-not to her face anyways, I said it to my family plenty of times, but in my not so humble opinion, she definitely was one. She lied to me during the case. I’m not just talking about the first three times she promised to ship it, I mean when she said it already had shipped, the last time. She said it had already shipped but when I checked the tracking number she had given me, it showed no record of the Postal Service receiving the package. That is lying. I’m definitely never ordering from her again.

On a lighter and much more exciting note, three of the guys, and one of the gals from The Spartan Pit(my gym) have MMA fights this weekend at Cowboys Dancehall, and I have ringside tickets. :D Dad, Kaitlyn, and I will be going. I’ll let y’all know how it goes.

Time to start training again!

I’m going to try to run again in the morning, just one mile. I’m going to try not to wreck myself, this time. I’d still like to run a marathon but I won’t be able to do that if I don’t heal properly. I’ve only run about seven or eight times this year so far because every time I thought I had recovered, I pushed myself to far.

That’s not going to happen this time. I’m going to start with just a mile. I’ll run probably four times per week, and every other week I’ll tack on another mile or so. Hopefully it’ll work this time. I hate being broken. Especially this kind of broken. I feel fine most of the time, and then I push myself just a little too hard once, and that’s all it takes.

I’m looking for a half marathon to run sometime this summer but I’m having trouble finding one. I’d really like to run the Rock’n’Roll marathon this December but it’s on a Sunday so I don’t think that’s happening. If anyone has any suggestions or advice as far as choosing which one to run, I’d love to hear it!

Kaitlyn has decided she’ll run with me, all the way up to the marathon! I love having a running partner! Running on my own is cool, because I don’t have to worry about keeping up with anyone, I can push myself to go much faster when I’m on my own, but at the same time, I find it much easier to keep going when I feel like quitting if I have a partner. I don’t want to be the one to cry ‘uncle’, so in the end I go a lot farther when I have a partner.

I drew this on request, for a friend in Houston. I also drew a picture of Azog for him, after we saw the first Hobbit movie in the theater with his family. You can see that here

I think the two he requested are the best two pictures in my current sketch book. Maybe l should start asking him for more ideas.

How I killed our first roadtrip

You know how I said I was going to start running again last week? I lied.

Ok, it’s not really my fault. I didn’t lie, my body lied to me. It was all fine and dandy, then BAM! I had a nasty head cold. I was just starting to get over that when I got an even meaner sore throat. I pretty much became a mute for a few days. And now, I’m deaf in one ear and can’t hear out the other.

Right as this was all starting, we decided to drive up to Austin for a few days to help out at the RV rental place my uncle works at. We were cleaning the RV’s out once the renters returned them. It’s actually pretty fun work, once you get used to all the harsh cleaners you have to use. About half way through the trip my ears went from being kind of weirdly echo-y and blocked up from my head cold, to feeling like they were about to burst. I made Kaitlyn take me to CVS at midnight to get some Hydrogen Peroxide, which helped a little, but not much. We ended up coming home half a day early because of me. It was kind of sad actually, our first ‘road trip’ without the parents and I went and ruined it.

It wasn’t all bad though. Our uncle took us out for burgers one night, we went to In-n-Out Burger, which has one of the best burgers I’ve had in a while. Definitely better than Whataburger, in my not so humble opinion. Yeah, I just said that. Deal with it.
We also when to IKEA, and I high fived a random dude wearing a Spartan Race t-shirt. I was like ‘you’re awesome. I’m hoping to run one of those later this year’ he seemed slightly flattered and also a little weirded out. I don’t blame him though, I would be weirded out if some random person did that to me. Kaitlyn almost killed Megan with a carrot cuz she wouldn’t quit buying stuff and we ended up sharing a fork in the restaurant cuz they were out of clean ones.


I’m better enough to go to work though. I haven’t tried doing push ups yet. And there’s no way I’m running until I’m all the way better. Megan and I tried sprinting across a parking lot yesterday and my head very nearly exploded. The one upside to this is, I can hardly hear. You might think being deaf could only be an inconvenience but it’s actually quite handy. Think about all the things you can avoid by simply not hearing someone.

Humans of New York was in Austin while we were there. I wish we had had the time to walk around Downtown Austin and maybe see him while we were there. I doubt we would’ve actually seen him though. The SXSW festival or whatever you call it was going on while we were there. It might still be. I’m not sure.

This is totally random and disconnected, but, this song has been running through my head for days. Enjoy


Here’s what’s up

Sorry y’all, things have been super busy around here lately. My dad, who has been working in Indiana- which means he has to fly out there every Sunday, and doesn’t get back until Friday night-had the week off, so we’ve all been really lazy this week. We’ve spent the whole week like a weekend, just hanging out. It’s been really nice! We all really enjoy having him home, everything goes so much better when he’s here. Anyways, here’s what’s up in my life lately.

I have a job now! I’m pretty sure I’ve got the coolest boss in the whole world so y’all should be insanely jealous. I work the front desk at the gym were we take Krav. This means I might have to skip Krav every once in a while but I’m totally ok with that. The one and only dislikable thing is that I now have to answer the phone. That’s one thing I never did at my other job. I hate answering phones, especially if it means talking to a stranger. I don’t like phone calls anyways, but when I have to talk to someone I don’t know, it makes it even worse. I’ve only actually had to answer the phone once so far, and it’s actually not as bad as I thought it would be. I still don’t like it, but it’s not torture. Overall, it’s pretty awesome.

I finally saw Thor 2 a few weeks ago. I loved it! and we saw Frozen, but I liked Thor 2 better. Especially since it had Christopher Eccleston in it. He played the Ninth Doctor, the first one when they rebooted the show in 2005. He’s my favorite doctor of all. In Thor he plays Malekith, the dark elf. I really liked his character, and I’m not totally convinced he was evil. I think he had the right to try to take the universe back. His people had it first after all. But that’s an argument for another day. I drew this picture of him. I actually changed it quite a bit after I took this picture, but I lost my camera, so I can’t take another picture.

I’ve been doing pushups regularly for about a month now. When I quit for nearly three months, I lost a lot, but I’m slowly gaining it all back. I’ve also been consistently been doing 10 pull-ups every night once I finish my pushups. I can finally do a full pull-up from a dead hang. The pull-up bar in our TV room is high enough that I can’t touch the floor when I’m holding on to it. I’ve always been able to do a few pull-ups and chin-ups when the bar is low enough that I can reach it without jumping, or standing on the tips of my toes, which means I was probably cheating and jumping a little when I did them, it’s amazing how much difference a few inches can make.

When I started up again back at the beginning of February, I was doing 200 in 10 minutes, now I’m up to 300 in 15. Next week I’ll add another 100 push-ups, and I’ll only have an extra 5 minutes to do them. I’m trying to work my way back up to 1000 or 1200 in an hour. It’ll take a few months, but I have to set that record, I spent way to much time doing push-ups last year not to.

I haven’t been able to run much for the last two months. Hopefully that’ll change next week. Remember how I hurt myself after running 5 miles back in January? well, turns out, I really messed up on of the tendons in my leg. And I thought I was better last month but I pushed myself too far to soon. I’m going to slowly start running again on Monday. Hopefully this time I’ll be able to keep running. I hate not running. I’m probably one of the only people in the world who actually enjoys it while I’m doing it. Most people I’ve talked to say they hate it while they’re doing it but once they’re done, they’re glad they did it.

And my scarf STILL hasn’t come! I’m going crazy waiting for it. The cold weather is pretty much gone, so I probably won’t really get to wear it until fall now. -.- I’m not very happy about that. I think everyone will be happier once it comes. I think I’ve driven everyone crazy by obsessing over it. Seriously though, it’s been a month and a half since I ordered it!

I found a new favorite band. Bastille. Their most popular song is called Pompeii, it’s all over the radio right now, it’s really good, but it’s actually not my favorite. My favorite song by them is called Icarus. I went out and bought their debut album just a few days after I heard Pompeii, and I have to say, I think that was one of the best impulse purchases I’ve made in a long time! I’ve been trying to learn Pompeii on the guitar, but I’m having a lot of trouble with it. Partly because I’m not much good at guitar but I really want to learn the more complicated, but very recognizable version, instead of the easier, plainer version. I’m kind of under the illusion that I’m a master guitar player even though I can only play a few songs. I can play Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Greenday, and Even if it Breaks Your Heart by the Eli Young Band all the way through, I can play about half of Wonderwall, bits and pieces of You Were Meant for Me by Jewel, Emmylou by First Aide Kit, and Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show, and that’s pretty much the extent of my musical abilities.

Beauty: it is what you think

So, I’ve been thinking. Uh oh. That’s not good, right? I’ve been warned about that. Just kidding. I couldn’t not have an opinion if I tried. Here’s one I feel the need to share. I’m not sure how to say this gently, so I’ll just say it. I don’t care what others think of me, and neither should you, especially when it comes to physical appearances. Alright, that’s not entirely true, but within reason it should be. Let me explain.

The media has set impossibly high standards for women to live up to, and instead of trying to lower those standards, if you don’t like them, ignore them. Who cares if you don’t have a supermodel body? cuz in 50 years, all the airbrushing and photoshopping in the world won’t save those models. There’s been a lot of different videos and movements in the media about models, airbrushing, photoshop, and allll that stuff, and I half way agree with the stuff that Dove is doing. Like this

They’re on the right track. But instead of teaching women that they are all more physically beautiful than they think, they need to show them that beauty isn’t about physical appearances. It’s about personality, and relationships. I think they touch on that a little in this, but not enough. They show how your personality really influences the way people see you. The tagline is ‘you’re more beautiful than you think’. It seems to me like it should be more like ‘you are beautiful, no matter what you think’ or something along those lines.

What matters is how you treat others, relationships shouldn’t be based off of the physical things. Even the most (skin deep)beautiful people can end up looking ugly if they treat others in an ugly way.

Of course there will always be first impressions, and sometimes the people who leave really odd, or even bad impressions, are the best. Sometimes the differences are what draw you together. As a culture we need to stop teaching that beauty is just skin deep. It’s not about looks, it’s about attitude, confidence, and the way you treat others. I think Roald Dahl put it perfectly-

“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

-Roald Dahl

That doesn’t mean you have completely accept the way they are, because some things are changeable, but they don’t need to measure up to your standards do they? and you don’t need to measure up to the worlds. Nobody needs your approval. Just because you disapprove, doesn’t mean they need to change. I know plenty of people who disagree with me about various things related to physical appearances, but doesn’t really matter. They aren’t responsible for the way I look. You can dislike someone’s physical appearance without disliking them. Be a truly tolerant person.

That’s another thing, tolerance doesn’t mean abiding by everyone else’s views, it means agreeing to disagree. Just because someone doesn’t like something that someone else does, that doesn’t mean they’re horrible and intolerant. It means they simply disagree, and disagreeing can be done without hating each other for it. It’s hypocritical to call someone hateful and intolerant because they refuse to agree with you and abide by the same rules as you. I believe that there is an ultimate standard but I’m not going to beat you over the head with a Bible if you refuse to agree with me(that’s ultimately where my standards come from, especially for beauty)Yes, I might believe you are wrong, and there are consequences, but I’m going to respect your choices as an adult as long as you act like one. Don’t throw tantrums when I disagree and then act insulted when I tell you you’re being childish.

Being tolerant is a two way street. If someone tells something bothers them, something that is easily changeable, you should do your best to accommodate them. That doesn’t mean you have to completely change the way you are for everyone because, like I said, you don’t need to measure up to everyone else’s standards all the time. You’ll never be able to please everyone all at the same time. Jesus was perfect and people still managed to find fault with him, and, let’s be honest, you’re far from perfect. If he couldn’t please everyone, neither can you. But you should do your best to refrain from doing whatever it is that bothers them, when you’re around them. It’s called freedom of speech, they have the right to tell you if they disagree about something with you, and you have the ability to either act like an adult and treat them respectfully, and politely, or you can act like a child and parade all your differences in front of them just because you can. It’s your choice.

Sorry, I got a little side tracked.

I’m not saying you have to be perfectly content with your body, it’s ok, to dislike certain things about your own appearance without having low self esteem. I dislike the way I squint when I smile, I don’t like my wide ribcage, or my long torso, but that’s the way I was made so I need to stop trying to look different. I need to find ways to work with it. I’ll never have the same graceful figure as some of my sisters, but that’s ok. Diffrent body types are better for different things. My sister found this article for me. It talks about how different body types are obviously more ideal for certain sports and competitions. Look at the super thin runners, the small and squarely built wrestlers, and the tall long limbed basketball players, and jumpers. They were built for it.

This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care at all about your body because it is the way it is, and always will be. You need to take good care of it. I decided long ago that I’m not exercising so I’ll look better in my swimsuit or in shorts. I’m exercising because this is my body and I need to take care of it. It’s the only one I’ll have, I don’t want to mess it up. Looking good in summer clothes is definitely a nice side effect of exercise, but it’s a different ‘looking good’, I won’t get a flat stomach or thinner legs from working out. I certainly won’t weigh less. But I can hit harder, run faster, and lift more now. You will never be able to measure up to the media’s standards of beauty, and be healthy. Well, almost never. Everyone has that one family member who has a flat stomach and graceful curves without even trying. Seriously, my younger sister eats like a horse, but weighs 112lb and is 5’6″. That’s not really fair. But, she didn’t try for this. It was given to her. Only a few people actually look like her. And if you aren’t one of them, stop trying to look like them. You’re obviously not meant to be a model.

I noticed I have a body type closer to the boxers and the weight lifters, and wrestlers, than anything else. I am shorter with a longer torso and a bigger ribcage. It’s not super graceful looking but that doesn’t matter. It’s unique. It’s different, it’s me. I spent a lot of time being jealous of some people I know who have really forgiving body types, (all that means is they can eat all the junk food they want and somehow they still look amazing) but there are things that I’m going to be much better at naturally, and there are things they can do better than me. Example: Because of my extremely competitive nature, I want to be the best at everything I do, but there are things like basketball, that my younger sister can do better than me. And that’s because she’s built for it. But, she has on occasion told me that she’s actually jealous of my build. Which seems utterly ridiculous, but it makes sense. If we’re not happy with what we have, why should those who have what we’ve been told is perfect be happy? If you’re surrounded by discontentment, you’ll find it really hard to be content.

I follow this really neat, hippy-ish, yoga girl on instagram, and one time she said ‘be yourself, not because everyone else is taken, but because you are awesome’. You are you for a reason. Find out what it is, instead of wondering why you’re not someone else. Comparison is the thief of joy. Everyone is different, and everyone has the opportunity to be a truly beautiful person whether the world tells you so or not. It’s up to you. 

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but the woman who fears the Lord shall be praised-Proverbs 31:30