Here are some shots of me hosting the party (with my lovely twin, of course!) "Drive-Thru" that we organized for the freshmen students of our university.
...and my belly roll shared the spotlight with me. :)
GASP! BULGING FAT! EEEEEEEW. (Me mocking people who are contemptuous of fat people or anything fat-related.)
Seriously, I don't care. I saw this photo uploaded by my friend in his Facebook account, and if it were the insecure old me who saw this, I would probably be texting and begging my friend to delete the damn unflattering photo. But, I've learned (AND
definitely still learning) to accept my flaws bit by bit and not be ashamed of them. Besides, most women have hidden flaws, I just prefer not to keep on fussing over mine to conceal it. :)
Okay, let me explain this picture. :)) As an ice breaker, we played games, and the game masters picked me to judge who among them boyz has the "pinaka-matigas na bicep (hardest bicep)."
This is me judging one of the contestants and not being able to withhold the overwhelming emotion I felt after having a feel of his chiseled arm. HAHA! I am such a dork. Couldn't even control my fez. OH WELL, WHAT'S NEW.
Here's the last photo taken of me and my bulging stomach. This was when I was talking to some freshmen students, trying with all my best to make them feel comfortable in the most un-awkward way I could. :D
I know some people might find this so shameless of me, to post photos of myself starring my flaws. But the truth of the matter is, I've stopped worrying about what other people will think of me. I've stopped being overly conscious of how people see me-- if they find me attractive enough, if they think I'm "hot" enough, if they think I'm good enough.
As I've matured, I realized that my body and my looks are just the tip of the huge iceberg of the totality of who I am (no pun intended). It saddens me when people stereotype and put me in a box. OH PLEASE DON'T PUT ME IN A BOX. I AM TOO BIG TO FIT IN SMALL BOXES. There is definitely much more to who I am than my body.
Personally speaking, I feel much more freer not conforming to the fascism standards of beauty dictated by whoever-the-hell group of people imposed it. I like the way the I look, and I've started (and currently continuing) living a healthy lifestyle. If people think my protruding belly is such a disgrace, it's their problem, and it's their choice to stop looking at me, and my body.
Stacy