Kinda scary, huh?
Anyway, that's Christian, pre-haircut. Obviously. That boy looks like a nerd in this picture, and that's because he absolutely is a nerd. But, he's pretty much the most awesome guy I know, for many reasons.
One of those reasons is because he has no idea why girls - namely, me - wake up with the Fats.
Oh, come on, girlies. You know what the Fats are. When you wake up and maybe you had too many cheesy fries or Oreos the night before, and the needle on the scale goes up a teeny fraction, and your jeans are just a little too tight. And you think, "OhmyGod, I'm fat."
Obviously, this is not rational. Most of us, when we have the Fats, are not fat at all. It's common knowledge that bodies come in all kinds of cool shapes and sizes, and just because the girl sitting next to me looks great awesome as a size 2 doesn't mean I would look cool as a size 2. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd look downright weird as a size 2. Because I'm not.
But nevertheless, the Fats attack, just like Bad Hair Days and The World is Out to Get Me Days. And as I'm berating myself for eating that (albeit scrumptious) slice of cheesecake, Christian looks at me, totally confused, and goes:
"Baby, what is the matter with you? You're skinny and gorgeous and I love you the way you are anyway."
And those might be just words. But it's the way he looks at me that makes me remember that what he said was true.
Maybe that's why when I'm with him, I don't care quite as much if I stuff an extra brownie in my face.
And ya know what? He's right. (Also, I'm pretty sure Jesus agrees with him, which obviously seals the deal.)
Happy Monday, everyone.