Honest self-analysis number two

I'm a liar. I don't mean to be, sometimes it just slips out. When I was in 7th grade, I told my teacher that I'd tried Polo before. I asked, "You're not supposed to fall off the horse, are you?" I knew you weren't. I knew what polo was. I have no idea why I lied. I sometimes wonder what percentage of what people say to me is the truth. Am I the only liar? I lied today because my sister insulted me and I became defensive.

I'm also immature and dramatic. 95% of the reason I use twitter is because I know my boyfriend will read it sooner or later. When I'm angry/upset with him, I'll tweet about it because I know he'll read it. Once or twice I made myself cry while leaving him a voicemail to see if it'd make him call me back faster. Boy, was I in for a surprise! He doesn't listen to his voicemails anymore. At least, not the ones from me.

I'm an idiot.

I am horrible at math. And I know people say that who are in Geometry, but I mean I have gone through pre-calculus and still have trouble with basic subtraction. Embarrassing when you work register at your job. One person that made me feel better was my supervisor (did I give him a nickname already?) Dan. Dan and I talked for a little bit and I confessed my shameful secret, I sometimes have to write out subtraction problems to give people the correct change. THANK GOODNESS, he laughed and said he did the same when he was an associate. At least I'm not the only one.

Last but not least, I'm a closet activist. Most times, I don't shave my legs just to put a middle finger to society. The only thing is: It kind of sucks being an activist when you're the only woman in the room with hairy legs.

Okay, this one is last for sure. Sometimes I really dislike myself. Maybe all of this drama is just a side effect of the pill, but it's how I feel sometimes. Hideous. Pimples all over my face, black hairs making normally attractive parts of my body some kind of joke. It's hard to deal with. A little late, but my mom bought me this book named Body Drama. It addresses EVERYTHING that a woman could be concerned with. Literally E-V-E-R-Y T-H-I-N-G. I say "a little late" not to blame my mom, but to wish that I'd found that book sooner. The book depicts nude women at the end. Not in a pornographic way, in an "everyone is beautiful" way. It shows all kinds of women, all skin tones, all body types, it's very empowering.