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I’ve always been a fat girl, I was a fat girl, I’m a fat woman. And my Dad saw me going out to a party once, and I was wearing hot pants, purple hot pants, really ill advised. And I was about to leave the house, and my dad saw me, so he called me in and asked me to sit down.

And I thought, “Euh, I’m going to get ‘The Talk’ now, the “get home early” talk.

But he said, “Okay, you’re wearing very short shorts”, and I said, “Yeah, that’s what you do”, like ‘you’re the fool’.

And he said: “Yeah, well, wearing those shorts the way you are is going to attract a lot of attention, from a lot of men.” So that slightly dumbfounded me. And then he said, “Listen, you deserve all of that attention, because you are a beautiful princess. You are the most beautiful girl at that party and you deserve that attention. But, because you are the most beautiful girl there, you must the choose the right boy. Do not give your attention to the wrong boy.

And never, never, think yourself other than absolutely fantastic.

So I went out that night feeling like a Queen, and I didn’t talk to any boys, because they didn’t deserve me.

By Dawn French (via jillbiden)

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kelbora:

I think this is applicable to just about everyone on the planet. Growing up is hard…very hard, and its painful to look back and see just how much sacrifice growing up takes.
Its even harder when you know you were someone else’s sacrifice.

kelbora:

I think this is applicable to just about everyone on the planet. Growing up is hard…very hard, and its painful to look back and see just how much sacrifice growing up takes.

Its even harder when you know you were someone else’s sacrifice.

"Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, Demised, departed And defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God’s way of saying, "Slow down." " -Patch Adams #RIPRobinWilliams

"Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, Demised, departed And defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God’s way of saying, "Slow down." " -Patch Adams #RIPRobinWilliams

Beautiful Day (Lyrics) - Written by Colm Keegan

Waking up in the afternoon, busy night ahead of you 
Everyone is telling you what to do
You put your head deep in the sand 
You tell yourself it’ll all be grand 
There’s no-one going to take charge of you

Everyone’s thoughts and everyone’s words driving you crazy
The worst part is you don’t know what to do.
Figuring out is the hardest part
It’s all gotta be state of the art
There’s no-one going to tell you what to do

Chorus:
You’ve got to stand tall,
You look it in the eye and you know damn well,
It’ll all be alright and you know it’s time,
To let those feelings go and face what is
A Beautiful Day

Travel around the world and lead the beauty that there is to see
In all the places that you’ve never been.
Find yourself a gorgeous wife, have some kids, live your life 
In the end, they’re the ones we love.

You look back at a time when you were young, afraid
Didn’t have a clue and realise, how simple life can be.
You tell your kids to do the same, 
You figured out the circle start again, but this time
You know just what to say. You say:

Chorus

It’s a Beautiful Day (x2)

Cello solo

Chorus

It’s a Beautiful Day (x4)