Advice: You are not entitled to give unsolicited advice.

Today is a good day. The hubs is home from work, Thing 1 is at school and Thing 2 is home with dad napping. I have the afternoon to myself with the car. So amazing. I did a couple of errands, checked out a new toy store and mailed some letters. To finish off the afternoon I went to pick up a 2 liter of pop for the hubs. Now when I am alone without kids I take my time looking at everything, even if it is a corner store. I know weird. I get a kick of checking out expiry dates, thick layers of dust, and price mark-ups. So, as I was in front of the beverage case I took my time looking at all the ridiculous brands of caffeine drinks. I even took out a few drinks to read some labels and questionable ingredients. I can feel the corner store owner watching me like a hawk. I don't blame her but it is still frustrating as I have never even shop lifted in my life.

 I take up the 2 litre of pop and place it on the counter. She looks at me then looks at the 2 litre. Then looks at me again. I have my fiver ready in my hand to pay when she says, "You were looking at the healthy drinks, why are you getting this one?" To which I replied, "What healthy drinks?" She then said, You know the juices and water." I replied with a deadpan mono-toned voice, "Would you prefer I get water or juice instead?" She said, "Well, those are healthier choices." I then said, "I have a question for you; if I was an average-sized person would you have asked me that same question?" Brazenly she said, "No, probably not." I did not say anything else and I just walked out.

Sorry hubs, no pop for you. 

This is just a cautionary tale on how our society so easily discriminates. Like rape culture, there is a new wave of fat shaming culture that needs to obviously stop. What I eat, wear, read, learn, say or love is not up for voiced observations, advice, debates or public scrutiny. Can't a fat girl get some pop without the talk? Everyone thinks they are experts on everyone elses' lives, time to take an inventory of your own.

Judge less, love more. Bless them, change me. Other people's opinions of me are none of my business.

HUGS and Shit

The MOMMA  <3

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The most perfectly imperfect life is pure perfection.

Black Friday is coming. It is a weekend to buy nothing.

Take a weekend off from being a consumer. Let's celebrate all things that are currently in our homes. Take a look at all the riches all around you living and not.  The books you don't read, the craft you put down with good intentions, the plants you neglect, the people you want to see, the tea that's in your cupboard, the board game collecting dust, the debates that you miss, the love that needs to be spread, the creation you dismiss, the tree that needs a hug, the mind that needs some quiet, the laundry piling up? Nah.

What are you doing this weekend?

Just moments before

A candy so sweet
innocent until I eat
can't stop
don't stop
my head is over top
no way to shut it off
I love how others scoff
at my attempts to hold off
but I can't, I can't stop.
They say how can she get so big
just put the food down
I drown in the mound of emotions
devotion to the drug
makes me sound like a sweet thug
under the rug, I am swept
away from feeling
gets my whole head reeling
sugar is so freeing
and makes me so seething
I need a new dream away from the scene
a candy coated hell
it hits me like a spell
round and round in this well
I am drowning
I am out of control sugars tight hold
It has to stop
I can't stop
I rock
I can't rock
I am blocked
Don't stop
I can't stop
I need to get off
this train of indecision
The loud snort of derision
Hitting me with shame
Playing the brain game
addiction is no laughing matter
it makes you even madder
sadder and sadder
I get
from others playing god
take a look at me
outside I'm happy
laughing and flailing
inside I'm derailing
I am internally wailing
I want no one to see
the sugar side of me
but the truth is out there for everyone to see
When you look at another
that person with a mother
a sister a brother a father and another
remember you have the cheap seats
from a distance you can't see
the stories underneath
We were all once innocent like babies
I want to wipe my slate clean
Peace