Hey, blogettes! It's me, Smiles! Sorry I haven't written a post for a while, it's just that I have had nothing to really write about until today. Now I know today is Saturday, but instead of sleeping in like I normally do, I decided to get up and go thrift shopping with my dad. Thrift shopping with him is always fun, and he finds all these awesome things. Plus he kind of knows my style and vibes on things, and gives honest and good advice. I also like him because he sometimes lets me go around the same store he is in on my own and look. My mom follows me around and freaks out when I pick something up that it is showing too much or costs too much, and my dad isn't like that. As long as we are thrift shopping in a store of his choice, and as long as I really like it, or it fits me and I really like it and will wear it he will get it for me no matter what the cost is.
Today I scored an awesome green padded folding glove like chair, and it fits into the corner of my room which I call the nook beautifully. I am sitting in it as I am writing this. I also scored a couple pair of jeans and a lot of shirts. Now people may be wondering if I buy my undergarments(including swimsuits) and hats second hand, and the answer to that is no. I require those things to be new and I stand firm on that. My dad respects that, and my mom on the other hand is questionable since she just wants to save a lot of money. Everyone thinks that girls are close to their moms when it comes to shopping and things like that, but I really am closer to my dad, and prefer that I go shopping with him. Besides it's faster too, because when thrift shopping my mom could take at least three hours.
I also realized that I needed to lose some weight because I am I think the same size as my mom right now and my mom is considered fat and overweight. No wonder people call me obese. I almost cried in the dressing room because I was so self conscious of my image now and seeing that my haters were really right, and had every right to be talking about what I was wearing and what I looked like because I look awful, and I am just now seeing this. It's just now hitting me.
I know that I will never be perfect, and I will never be a model, but I also know that I can't have plastic surgery until I am eighteen and that if it bothers people that they just need to look away because I am happy enough with my looks to still be out in public with them. If God wanted me to be a model he would have blessed me with looks and not brains and I am not so sure if I am blessed with either of them anymore. I am blessed with life on this earth even though I was a mistake that was supposed to be erased at the start. I mean I was supposed to die shortly after I was born or have serious problems that would cause me to die a couple of years after if we were lucky.
Don't worry, Mackenzie germs are no longer deadly. They just make you lose your image for a while is all, and then I have seen people get back together after a month or two of being a part because they found out that someone in their group of friends were hanging out with me the infected weirdo who is ruining everything. I'm also trying to lay low keeping the protection of you people in mind while still going on with my life and leaving my mark on the world that no one will really give a crap about later on. I just know that my legacy will be forgotten because I seem to be forgotten most of the time. I remember second grade. I was the last person in my class. The teacher always forgot to read off my name and then she got mad at me for being late for role. That is what it was every single day even though I was on time and usually the first person in the room I would still be counted as an unexcused absence, and it stunk big time. It made my family look like bad people and me look even worse. At that time I was the shortest girl in the grade still.
Now I have big feet and a large tummy. Someone left a note in my locker saying that I should be a clown and I couldn't have agreed more with them really because I saw how they got that. I looked like a freak too. I still do and I always will because I have vowed never to get plastic surgery or any surgery that would majorly alter my image unless it was needed to save my life. Anyways got to go just thought I would give you the heads up on what was going on, and on some things that you people have been dying to know and need to know to keep your images safe. I would also advise you that once people find out that I write on the same blog as Music that you quit reading my posts and read only hers to save your image. If it gets worse I may even advise Music to stop writing altogether because her image is going to be going down too because she is in contact with me and working on something with me directly. I wouldn't want to make a dear friend of mine have to go through something like what I do but that is just me, and that is because I am a person who cares and is aware of others.
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