The Dark Days Are Over.

i love it when you write stuff like this because every single time you post a picture of yourself i basically swoon over how gorgeous you are, and i wonder why the heck you don’t see that 100% of the time.

but yes, those T&As are like, to die for.

HELL YES!

Ya, girl! You’re hot as hell and so am I. Don’t you love those days when you just feel ON?

Your boobs look gigantic.

I think you look absolutely amazing!! I’d kill to have boobs and an ass like yours! I’d totally do you (if I were into that)!

And why wouldn’t you? You’re beautiful! Love that photo. Perfect.

Dude, Brittany. I seriously love you. This may be my first comment on your amazing bloggety goodness after months and months of lurking.. but I cannot contain myself anymore. You are kind of my secret internet hero.

My weight problems have always been an issue for me. My self-esteem in a physical sense is totally rock bottom when I weigh the most but once I lost 35 pounds over a summer break off of college classes. I gauged my success on how fucking awesome I felt. That’s all that really matters (besides obvious stuff like heart health and healthy bones).

So, get on with yo’ bad ass self, girl. *major high five times ten*

When I somehow stumbled across your blog, many moons ago now, I thought you were so cool, so funny, and my mental image of you was as a thin little thing. Somehow, that made me less able to relate to you when I so, so wanted to. To discover that, in actuality, you were a REAL size put me over the edge into full fledged lurker-fan. Reading your posts are my favorite part of the morning. Now, I think I need to examine why being skinny means you are automatically discredited…it’s my crazy reverse prejudice/jealousy. You are the shiznit.

Girl, you are damn sexy.

All of this is in one giant quotation mark!

Gina: I’m speaking to both you, okay, you’re both f#*@ing insane. You wanna know what your problem is? MTV, Playboys, and Madison f#*@ing Avenue. Yeah. Let me explain something to you. OK, look, girls with big tits have big asses, girls with little tits have little asses. That’s the way it goes. God doesn’t f#* around, he’s a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits, and the skinnies little, tiny niddlers. If you don’t like it, call him. (entering store) Hey Mitch. Thank you. Oh guys, look what we have here. (picking up Penthouse magazine and opening it) Look at this: your favorite. Oh, you like that?
Tommy (Matt Dillon): I’d go along with that.
Gina: Yeah, that’s nice, right? Well, it doesn’t exist, okay? Look at the hair. The hair is long, it’s flowing, it’s like a river. Well, it’s a f#*@ng weave, okay? And the tits. Please, I could hang my overcoat on them. Tits, by design, are intended to be suckled by babies. Yeah, they’re purely functional. These are silcone city. And look, my favorite, the shaved pubis. Pubic hair being so unruly and all. Very vain. This is a mockery, this is a sham, this is bullshit. Implants, calogen, plastics, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush sh-these are not real women, alright? They’re beauty freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs, hi Bob, our cellulite, seem somewhat inadequate. Well, I don’t buy it, alright? What you f#*@ers, you think is that there’s a chance in hell that you’ll end up with one of these women you don’t give us real women any thing approaching a commitment. It’s pathetic. I don’t know what you think you’re going to do. You’re going to end up 80 years old, drooling in some nursing home, and then you’ll decide that it’s time to settle down, get married, have kids? What are you going to do: find a cheerleader? Charge it, Mitch.
Willie (Timothy Hutton): I think you’re over simplifying.
Gina: Oh, eat me. Look at Paul–with his models on the wall, his dog named Elle Macpherson. He’s insane! He’s obsessed. You’re all obsessed. If you had an ounce of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you would realize that as trite as it may sound: beauty is truly skin deep. And you know what? If you ever did hook one of those girls, I guarantee you’d be sick of her.
Tommy: (looking at the magazine) Yeah, I suppose I’d get sick of her, after about, what, 20 or 30 years?
Gina: Get over yourself.
Tommy: What?
(They leave the store)
Gina: No matter how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there’s some other shit going on in the relationship besides physical, it’s going get old, okay? And you guys, as a gender, have got to get a grip, otherwise the future of the human race is in jeopardy.

Thanks for the reminder that the numbers don’t matter…but what if my left boob is literally ONE SIZE BIGGER than my right boob and what if my ass is horribly cottage-cheesy and hanging all down to the floor ? I guess I can be happy with my hair that is finally not gray after 5 years thanks to the dye that I found!

As for you…you are fucking beautiful! So glad to see you agree!!!!!!!!!

I commented when you posted about your Old Navy skinny jeans that I thought you and I had similar body types. I read the Curvy Girl post last night with the heights and real weights (loved it!) and, sure enough, you and I are within a few pounds of each other. And don’t forget that, besides the great boobs and ass, your hair is to-die-for! My husband is a total boobs and hair guy, so I’ve started picking up on other kinds of women that he would appreciate.

You are beautiful. I think I may have told you that before but that picture just reminded me how beautiful you are. You have a great day my dear!

Word.

…to your mutha…and your sista and your daughtah…

Men consistently tell me that the women they find sexiest are the ones who are sure of themselves.

Simply wonderful! It makes my heart happy to see your confidence glowing!