Some truths about skinny girls....

Laura Perrin in your.....uh..... EYES(?)!   Trying to debunk some myths about some skinny girls...
The only reason I'm wrecking your Monday with this is because, when I went to my "fat-shake-a-lator" machine... we walked in and I heard someone say, "seriously, why's SHE here..."  (FYI - LOST 7 INCHES ON THIS MACHINE) Now, for those of you who have eaten with me... you know, I can put away some food.  I seriously eat like 4,000 times a day and it's not all green bean and ice... YES GREEN BEAN (Singular)!  I will eat some bagels, cream cheese, fruit snacks... oh honey, you don't wanna know what this girl eats in a day... I probably consume about 3,000 calories a day.

SO NO, I'm not anorexic, bulimic, a head case, too into myself.... etc.

Skinny Girls hate things about themselves too...

Things I hate about being my size:
1. EVERY jean manufacturer thinks that if you are a 0 - 4 - that you are 5'11".
2. Cleavage... Yeah, I've heard a rumor that it does exist in nature naturally... but not when your girls are hiding... hahaha!
3. Snickers when you walk into a room showing off an outfit that took 45 minutes for you to feel comfortable enough to leave the bathroom in.
4. I actually think most skinny girls are not that attractive... I think curves are awesome... I'll let you know when I find some other than the winding roads of Arkansas.
5. That all the shirts are made for girls that are about 13 years old with glitter and butterflies and peace signs.
6. I HATE my thighs... You see twig thighs and bird legs... I see two armadillos fighting over some food...
7.  I swear that there is a 900lb woman deep inside me, screaming to get out and the only way to quiet her is to feed her... LOTS!
8. I hate being called TINY.   HATE IT!
9. People asking if you are hungry... Seriously, like I don't have the ability to feed myself.  COME ON!
10. I can give clothes that are "too" small for me to our 8 yr old daughter.
11. "Why do you work out?"  That's like asking me why I breathe... I need exercise... just like everyone else on the planet... being thin does not excuse you from needing to build muscles, strengthen your core, etc.
12. Why do I only look good in the poorly lit bathroom mirror that hangs to the side?  But the second I'm out in public and see a mirror, I literally run from it because when I look in it, I say, "holy smokes... you left looking like this?"
13. YES, SKINNY GIRLS CAN HAVE CELLULITE!  I have some... I'll show you sometime.
14. Yes, in certain jeans, this lady has a muffin top.
15.  I hate my stomach.  It's worse than those thighs I mentioned earlier.
16. I don't understand the misconception that thin girls (genetically thin) are rude, stuck up, fake, etc.

I'm sure I'll add to this list later, but for now, those are my biggest issues with people and their thoughts about girls my size... Yes, thin girls have self esteem issues... TRUST ME!

Please though, enjoy how beautiful you are... no matter what size... You were created for a reason... don't listen to the negative, whether it comes from yourself or someone else... You are exactly how you are supposed to be.  You fit into the world, how you were made to... God doesn't make mistakes.  

{lou}

Be VERY careful what you pray for...

So, not everyone knows that on December 31st, 2012, I got married to a super awesome man.  He's my best friend and completer... I also married into two awesome kids.  A little girl and a little boy.  I had the most perfect wedding with awesome people with us on the beach... We wrote our vows (some of us more planned than others... ::COUGH COUGH:: HUSBAND!)  But they were perfect.  It was all so perfect!  I mean, look at these pictures... PERFECT!

Have you ever seen love like this!  I can't even fake that smile!!

And to have one of my longest term besties with me... GETOUTTAHERE!

This is my life now.  These three beautiful humans!

Pretty awesome if you ask me... and since this is MY blog... you did!  :)  But all that to say, I pray... A lot.  I mean, if God's ears could be bent off, I would have one in my hand... like a lucky rabbit's foot key chain.   So my prayers have changed though.  They went from things about me, my immediate family, friends, simple things, to things that will help me raise these beautiful babies!  I've never been a mommy... and NO ONE EVER tells you that, it's the hardest thing and that you don't just fall into it and have the patience of a saint.  That's not in the instruction manual.   I mean, sure, they tell you being a mommy is the hardest job you'll ever love... but they don't say, you will want to rip your hair out sometimes.  Those sweet baby angels you saw at their best at all times, won't always have those good days.  So, again, I say, I pray.  In the car, in the shower, getting out of bed... it doesn't really matter.  So, I have this BRILLIANT idea... I'm finding myself with less patience than Boedy, so I'm gonna ask God for patience.  HA!  God just had to love that request.  I mean it has to be something funny for him to watch.   You know, when you pray, you have to be specific... If you ask for money, and you get a nickle... that's still God answering your prayer.  That's all there is to it.  So, I forget this small detail and say, "Lord, you've blessed me with kids that you know I've always wanted... now help me to find the patience."  Well, He's helping me "FIND" it.  I didn't ask, "Lord, Please Immediately grant me patience of that of a well seasoned parent/Jesus."  So He's helping me find it... I get tested at every chance... when I'm tired, cranky, cooking dinner, washing clothes, going to the bathroom... I'm finding it.  I never understood how precious those few minutes of being in the shower by yourself really are until I'm asking God for patience and I hear the sweet sounds of my kids outside the door... "Momma Lou, are you in there?  When will you be done?  Bronx is being mean again."  "No, I'm not, Brooke is lying."  and so on and so forth.  But when I lay my head down at night next to my husband, I simply just find the energy to Thank God for these sweet babies.  And When I wake up in the morning, across the bed from my husband but somehow holding his hand when I didn't even know I grabbed it in the middle of the night, I know that I'm not alone.  God gave me this perfect match and these perfect tests.  I learn so much about faith from my kids... Brooke has more faith than I've seen in a long time.  And Bronx is getting there.  God builds faith daily, but have we stopped to realize he's working? 

So, I'm gonna leave you with this thought, God is always listening... (much like your kids) be careful what you are asking for and saying... And stop and take time to see how hard he's trying to build your faith in him.  It's Amazing!!

{lou}