“beginnings are always scary.  endings are always sad.  it’s whats in the middle that counts.”  that little gem is from hope floats (a cinematic triumph…if you ask me!) and it’s true.  so here is the beginning.  a beginning of my collecting my strange post-it note thoughts and recording them.  

here is one. why do we ask people if we look fat?  probably 99 out of 100 people are going to say no.   is there any other answer?  has an idiot anywhere ever said “yes, you indeed look fat” when presented with this question?  why don’t we ask about the clothes?  “are these flattering?” gives the responder at least SOME chance at not having to choose between honesty (a Godly virtue) and getting kicked in the shins (a less Godly response to being told one is fat).    it makes it about the OUTFIT rather than the PERSON.  do we WANT someone to have to judge us? i thought, as a group, we were against it.

i think from now on i am going to make it about the clothes.  is this the best outfit for me?  is this ensemble maximizing all the beautiful qualities that i possess or does it hide that wonder that is me?  (clearly the second question will probably not actually be asked on a continual basis…people would begin to want to kick ME in the shins.)   i am going to encourage others to do the same.  be encouraged.