Me.....thus far... getting all D & M

My birth certificate says I was born on a certain date. I don't believe I started to live until much later.....

I'm going to go a bit Oprah......

It bugs me when people think I've just had it easy... I've had to work hard.....

Lte me start at the beginning..... duing school I was always the 'smart one'. Not that pretty, not that funny, ot in any way sporty, but smart. Add that to my belief that everyone hated me and I was an obese, ugly monster and you've got a girl who found it difficult to make friends because sh believed she wasn't worth it. I didn't need external enemies.... I was my own worst enemy....

Anyhow..... I'd always struggled with my weight.... Between my lack of physical activity and constant desire to eat it made for a pudgey girl.... until I hit about 16, stopped chowing down 3 ice creams a day and actually decided to eat healthily..... and I believed in doing that it would solve all my problems.... an Miss Popularity would ensue.

But, even at 44 kilograms.. it didn't.

I finished school, went to uni, got a part-time job, got my degree, got my first proper job, gained 14 kilograms and lost my love for life. I didn't go out. I worried. about everything. I hung out with my mum. My idea of a 'good' weekend was doing work. Argh. But I didn't realise what I was doing....

Anyhow, beginning of last I decided that I would plan a holiday overseas. I'd go by myself. I'd NEVER done anything like that before and was excited.

That holiday changed my life. It changed my life before I went. It changed my life while I was on it. It changed my life after I went.

It made me realise that I could HAVE FUN.

AND..... that having fun was, well.... FUN!!

It made me realise the importance of friends, having friends and being a good friend to myself.

It gave me something to be excited about and look forward to.... which stopped me eating emotionally and in doing so... lost 10 kilograms....

It made me want to live life, meet new people, have friends, do lots of things and really... reach for the stars (sorry, that was a bit corny).

(It also made me realise that vodka is good, don't trust a man whore, the importance of a wingman/woman and jaeger bombs are much more tasty than jaeger shots.... but more on those things later....)

So I thought I'd share some of my experiences.... the good, the bad and the ugly, around Brisbane.....

Something to say......

I always thought that by 25 I'd have everything figured out and down pat...... but......

After 25 years I think that I am just starting to live.... experience life..... not just exsist.....

Have fun, make friends do new things, laugh, cry, feel, LIVE

Something's that' kinda stood out to me lately is that I've realised that many of the issues that girls my age experience stem from putting bros before hos... guys before their friends.

I'm sure this has been happening since the dawn of civilisation but the number of major, gut-wrenching, cyber-stalking, tear-jerking, name-calling, wrath-instigating occurances that have occurred lately could have been avoided if girls didn't put bros before hos....

I do not claim to be all knowledgeable..... I'll get sucked in as quickly as the next high-heel wearing, hair-straightening, intellient 25 year old (although I do like to think that I'm immune to that stuff....) but sometimes, someone has to just stand up and say enough is enough.... or sit down an type it instead...

For a laugh..... http://www.thehypefactor.com/jizz-in-my-pants-response-puke-in-my-mouth/