I'm really frustrated today (aka PMS.) I keep reading and hearing women cracking insults about themselves, afraid to post pictures, afraid to show their arms, afraid to "feel" beautiful. Get over it. If anyone honestly thinks that I "think" I look sexy, you are dead wrong. I'm a fat, flabby, frizzy, wrinkled, puffy 250 pound blob of human flesh that used to weigh 315, so I've got body parts hanging over stuff I can't find. I have 11.5 boat feet that shoe stores don't carry sizes in. I look like a circus freak in heels considering my girth and height. I come from abusive parents - father is dying of alcoholic related liver problems while mother fights the law from putting her in the funny farm. I sweat too much, my skin rubs, I'm morbidly obese.

When I look at my naked body, I see a stupid, loud-mouthed, fat, disgusting body. But ya know what, I don't pay attention to the outside. The outside is what GOD created, the inside is what I created. AND I'M DAMN PROUD.

Next time I see even the slightest negative remark come out of anyone's posts, I'm coming there to doll you up leathers and feathers, makeup and sparkles. I'm going to show you how sexy you really are from the inside out!

Here's my latest Marilyn pose. I'm damn hot, and I don't care what anyone else says.

Lisa, that's a great pic.

My mom told me the other day that she wished that the me from high school would come back. I used to dye my hair funky colors and make outfits n' stuff like that, just to be different. I'd design something, create it, and wear it. I quit doing that when I entered the corporate world. Now I want to do it again but I'm afraid of what people will think.

Why is fear so easily engrained in the brain? I want it to go away so I can do fun stuff again. I'm going to start on Halloween. In my mind it's an excuse so that if anyone says anything I can just say "It's Halloween" and shrug. I'm such a wus.

I totally want a Lisa makeover!!

Sarah, start slow. I was boring till a few years ago. I started by wearing a huge flower in my hair one Christmas party. Everyone loved it. Soon I got bold and wore a scarf. Now my friends tease me if I'm not wearing a scarf or at least one funky thing. I think the world is coming to an end or something, because I just have this urge to be completely WILD and OUTRAGEOUS! I'm not kidding, I think something weird is happening to me. I'm either on the verge of a nervous breakdown or I really do have vibes that the Mother Ship will be here soon to bring me back to my people.

Now follow these simple directions:

Pick up the phone. Dial your hairdressser, make an appointment. When you get there, tell him/her to make you look fabulous, then close your eyes and let THE PROFESSIONAL do the magic. When we tell them what we want, we always come out looking like we're "wearing a brown football helmet." ** Sally Fields, Steel Magnolias

When You Step Outside Your Comfort Zone, Great Things Will Happen

When You Step Outside Your Comfort Zone, Great Things Will Happen

When You Step Outside Your Comfort Zone, Great Things Will Happen

I don't have a hairdresser, lol. But I'm going to Torrid tonight, so we'll see what I leave with