Sunday, 20 October 2013

Fist Pump Friday

Okay it isn't Friday. But I'm not fist pumping either. I sat here for a full hour thinking of things to fist pump about last Friday and eventually I threw my hands up in the air and yelled, "Fuck this shit."

So this can be a Fuck you Friday edition. Ready to be ranted at.

You know what I hate? This.

I don't own this, I didn't write this but I'd like to know who did so I can punch them in the throat.
I'm not hot or gorgeous. Who the fuck says? There are enough people in this world putting you down, don't be one of them. And for serious now, don't ever act like having fat is being somewhat less than. Fat is fat, it is not some hideous deformity and believe it or not, most people don't give a flying fuck what you look like and some of the people that do, actually love every little thing about you. Not despite those things you are proclaiming imperfect, but because of them. Don't couch body shame in some kind of hear me roar I'm a fucking strong woman, crap. This is perpetuating the myth that there are "perfect" women out there and it's all because they have a flat fucking stomach. Well take a good fucking look ladies. Perfect women are everywhere. We are them. So let's not bang on like we are doing our best despite shit. We're rocking our bodies. The end.

Oh and one exclamation mark is more than enough to express alarm, although why they are used in the above context I am unsure. Two exclamation marks make you look hysterical. More than that you look bat shit crazy.

You know what else I hate? Not knowing where I'm going to be living next year. I'm ready to tell DECD to jam it up their arse. If we didn't have this mortgage I'd be vagabonding so hard.

I hate that last week gave me fuck all to fist pump about. I hate that every week seems to be harder than the last. I hate that the universe seems to stall any progress we are trying to make as a family and I hate that I have no control over my life. I am at the will of government departments and autism. I have lost my choices, I have lost my freedom and I have lost my way.

Today we celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary. There were a lot of times I didn't think we'd make it here. Nothing in this life is guaranteed, but today I had a mini fist pump. We have made it this far, not despite anything, but because of everything.