Monday, March 14, 2011

A letter to someone that pesters my mind.

Dear model in the magazine,

I wish you wouldn't make me feel so bad about myself. I really dislike you, but it's nothing personal. I'm working on my self-esteem. And I know that I probably feel better about myself than you feel about yourself, which is truly sad.

Go eat some pasta and ice cream for dessert. You'll feel better.



  1. Ugh, I get that way too. But honestly, at least you and I can enjoy what we want. Sure, it's best to watch our figures and watch what we eat for the sake of our healths, but hey, we're not these models that have to worry about every pinch of fat, right? :)

    PS, YES I did get mail from you. I missed a stack of incoming on the top shelf of my desk. (I usually keep my incoming in a box, but I guess for a while I wasn't putting them in the box?) Anyway, the next mail update I post, I'll definitely have yours in there! :D