I ♥ my curves.

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Never, ever in a million years would I have thought I'd be willing to write a blog post about my weight. But here goes...

I've always been a curvy girl. I've also always been a tall girl, which I know makes a difference in my weight. I still remember getting weighed and measured in sixth grade and a classmate just as tall as me flipping out because she was exactly 100 pounds. (I think I was just over it.) Her friends consoled her with, "But you're tall!" which is a refrain I often hear when discussing weight with friends. Me? I just wanted to punch her.

Honestly though, for the most part I've always been okay with being the curvy girl. I really don't think girls who are a size zero are that attractive because there's nothing to them. I would rather look healthy than fit into designer clothing or constantly stress about my weight.

A lesson, truth be told, I learned the hard way because I was that girl from time to time growing up - mostly in high school. But following a weekend of not eating, passing out and landing face-first into a tile floor, I changed my mind: being a dumb girl is painful. (And scary when you're subjected to medicine in east Texas, just let me say...) Fourteen stitches in my forehead later, I sheepishly returned to my freshman dorm room, embarrassed and a little worse for the wear...

And determined not to do dumb things like feign anorexia for a weekend.

Things I Love Thursday

Two blog posts in as many days - what?! Is the world coming to an end? Nope. Just trying to be more proactive about writing on a regular basis. And that starts with this fantastic blogging idea I used to participate in: Things I Love Thursday.

For those not familiar with TILT, here's the deal. I met my friend Melanie years and year and years ago through blogging. At some point, she fell in love with Gala Darling who initiated this idea of posting about things you love on a weekly basis. I loved it because I felt like it was a great reflection on the positive things happening in your life, rather than letting all the bad stuff weigh you down.

So...here's my entrance back into TILT. Got a blog? Do it too and leave me a link in the comments!

On the Book of Face.

I had a little bit of a rock star moment last week. Well, social media rock star that is. Our editor-in-chief hired a new personal assistant and was going from office to office introducing her.

When she was introduced to me, the one who handles my magazine as well as two of the Facebook pages, the new PAs face lit up.

"THAT'S YOU?!" she exclaimed. I was slightly taken aback.

"Um...yes? That's me..."

"Ohmigod, you do such a good job!"

You can't BUY that kind of praise to happen right in front of my boss if you tried. Seriously.

Facebook is some serious business, y'all.

One phone call can change everything...

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Today was a pretty blah Wednesday.

While I got my to-do list at work under control, I still had a lot to accomplish - esp. after website updates necessitated three hours of painstaking editing because the formatting was all shot to hell. (I HATE the interface we use and cannot wait until we move that site to WordPress - sorry Blogger...)

Just about the only thing I was looking forward to was Happy Hour. My clock hit five o'clock and I was ready to go.

Then the phone rang. And it was for me.

And we'll all be safe by St. Patrick's Day...

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Valentine's Day.

It's never been one of my favorite holidays - even when I was in elementary school and everyone was obligated to give the entire class Valentine's, I disliked it because I felt like my cool factor solely depended on this one day. And I was definitely never a cool kid. I would carefully pick out the message I wanted to send to each of my classmates, but I felt like no one ever returned the favor.

It wasn't until three or four years ago I started to enjoy this holiday. You know why?

Because I was completely alone.