I normally shun public thinking.  Because the public as a whole is a perfect idiot.  I made an appointment with a cosmetic dentist to see about having my teeth fixed before the wedding.  I'm tired of looking like a cross between Madonna and Austin Powers-in the mouth anyway. 

I am watching what I eat and exercising more.  Half scared to death I won't fit in my dress when August finally rolls around.  When did I start to care what is considered beautiful by society?  I hate it.  I hate, on days like this, my "curves", my crooked teeth, my small boobs (I certainly have NOT been blessed in that area), my broken out skin, and my hair that can never decide wether it wants to curl or hang limp-it usually compromises and one side will curl really nice while the other side takes a nap. 

Sometimes I think it would be refreshing to live in some 3rd world country where standards of what is considered beautiful are a little easier to reach.  As sick as it is, when I found out I had Grave's Disease I didn't want to have the treatment I had to have because I knew it meant my Hollywood-thin days would be over.  I didn't have a choice.  It was that or wait for my heart to give out.  I hate feeling this way.