Wednesday, January 25, 2006

DON'T IT MAKE MY BROWN EYES BLUE

Don't know when I've been so blue
Don't know what's come over you
You've found someone new
And don't it make my brown eyes blue

I'll be fine when you're gone
I'll just cry all night long
Say it isn't true
And don't it make my brown eyes blue

Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies
Give me no reasons, give me alibis
Tell me you love me and don't make me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye

I didn't mean to treat you bad
Didn't know just what I had
But, honey, now I do
And don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue


i remember wanting to do this song by crystal gayle for a recital, but went with a more spunky "the lady is a tramp" instead.

as i walked down cross street towards carl's junior earlier (yes, i had the sudden urge for a big, juicy, portabello mushroom burger and criss-cut fries), i caught a couple of glances at my reflection...

and remembered how i abhored my legs when i was younger.

how our idea of beauty changes as we grow.

i had wished for my calves to look like my peers', some of whose were muscular.

i hated my two thin-as-sticks legs.

on hindsight, i probably just wanted to fit in.

conformity was all the rage when we were in school, yet the leader of the conformists always stood out.

how ironic.

my legs were too thin, and my hips were too big.

even my mom agreed with the hips.

it became so ingrained in me that anytime someone were to tell me i have a proportionate figure, or nice legs, i'd immediately throw that idea out the window.

only within the past year had i become more comfortable in my own skin.

i now accept such compliments with a smile and nod.

i still look in the mirror and wonder how much of me has changed.

my hips couldn't have shrunk, my shoulders couldn't have broadened.

and wouldn't my weight loss make my hip bones protrude even more?

in any case, my point is this:

love your body.

because if you do, then you'd exude the kinda confidence most can only dream of.

and you wouldn't need an hourglass figure to tell you you're beautiful. =)

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