The boys and I are going to Los Angeles the second week of April. To say we are excited is an understatement. We are staying with my wonderful cousin F as he has agreed to take us in for 5 nights. F, if you’re reading this, hide anything you don’t want broken cause the balls are gonna be flyin’ and I’m not talkin’ the balls you’re used to.
Anyway…..
I’ve been to L.A. before and along with Miami, they are the only 2 places on Earth that make me feel deformed. I decided to paint you a picture so you can better understand my anxiety about my appearance in the land of beautiful people.
Lack of Swagger
In L.A., these ass holes can go into a restaurant and keep their sunglasses on the entire time, and this is accepted. I go into a restaurant and feel like the God damn Hunch Back of Notre Dame, tripping on a rug, spilling wine on my shirt or totally fumbling over what to order. The “actor” taking my order regards me coldly because clearly, he’s above this line of work.
I Feel Old
Whether it be great genes (hate you btw) or the work of doctors and drugs, I feel like my skin looks like Benjamin Button’s in Los Angeles:
I Feel Huge on the West Coast
I’m seriously considering a toothbrush routine from now until April 9th. I kid, I kid, but seriously, I am starting to eat differently and make an effort to get more steps in. Fetus steps, remember?
Anyway, I want to throat punch all of the size 0 women out there. “Miraculously”, their bodies know to direct all fat to their boobs. They are absolute stripper poles with size DD boobs.
“So Cristal, tell me more about your all natural life-style you’re following and how you don’t put chemicals in your body.”
Whatever.
Here’s how I feel, sitting next to the likes of Cristal (which I’m sure her last name is something stupid like Diamond):
I Feel Dumpy
Last time I visited L.A. I was 100% into fashion. Now I’ve fallen back on classic pieces, stopped shopping constantly and guess what? I actually have money between paychecks! Anyway, if I felt out-of-place then, imagine what I’ll feel like now? Wait, don’t imagine, here is how I’m going to feel:
Really they don’t deserve their faces hidden because they aren’t supposed to have their pictures taken so really they’re wrong, I’m right.
So, right or wrong, that is how I feel. Don’t get me wrong, we are going to have a blast and now that I’m a bit older, I might not be as concerned. In fact, I might show some sympathy, purchase a few cheeseburgers and hand them out to any models I come across.
ha ha – You break it, you buy it is my motto!! Don’t make me sell one of your children! 🙂
We’re going to have a blast!!
Yeah!! You saw this!!! Hypothetically (and I’m asking for a friend), how much would we get for each kid? Would the bigger one fetch more? LOL! Yes, we are going to have soooo much fun! P.S. look in your mailbox this week as there is something special there from the boys.
Haaha! I knew i’d laugh out loud if I came for a read. You didn’t disappoint. Have fun in the land of makebelieve. ❤??
Ha!!! I’m so glad you did! Ellen it’s amazing how in midwest America you can be like a 7. Then you go to L.A. and suddenly you drop to a 2.33.
What the heck those numbers mean i dread to think. I am a uk 12 which I think is 8 in the USA … at under 5 foot tall it isn’t small and definitely not single numbers.
When I went to LA, I felt exactly the same. I was in my 20s then too! But I felt so frumpy and repulsive. LA is not good for one’s ego. However, I still love it there!
I know, right! But you know what? I think I’m going to take a fuck it approach if I start to feel like a leper. If anything, the beautiful people I encounter will quickly become characters in my blog posts. In fact, I will be grateful for them as they will only make the posts funnier. Does that make sense?
Yes totally. I look forward to hearing all about them! Also, it’s not what you wear, it’s how you wear it, so hold your head high girl x
Wear some shades, put on some lip plumper and walk around like you own it all!
I should! Or not give a shit and wear pajamas! LOL!
Or both??
I always find sticking to a classic Parisian wardrobe makes me feel most like I am winning when around fashion bots…. because then you are the Audrey Hepburn to their Paris Hilton garbage. Fake hair fake tits, you can’t fake class.
That is an excellent thought and I intend to do that. I just pray I don’t run into anyone wearing Ed Hardy.