Love and Hate

Something I love: watching people eat.

I could seriously watch people eat all day long. Even gross eaters get me totally excited. Last week, I became totally addicted to the TV show You Are What You Eat and my favourite part was the beginning, when these unhealthy people were gorging their faces with the worst possible foods. I just got hungrier and hungrier. I don't know what it is.

Back in high school I used to eat about 500 calories per day in an attempt to lose weight from, what I've gotten used to as, my somewhat meaty figure. Still, that didn't stop me from suggesting McDonalds for lunch. So, me and my girlfriends would drive up to the drive through at the Sooke Mickey Dees, they'd all place their orders, and then, after they were finished ordering and paying, I would request a glass of water. They would call me a bitch and I would insist that I wasn't hungry. As much as I wanted to McDonalds food, I took almost as much joy in watching my friends eat it as I did in eating it myself.

Salads and other healthy foods aren't good enough. I like watching people eat greasy, messy, gross shit. The louder the chomp, the more I relish in their eating experience. I used to love sitting beside my grandpa during dinner because he was always a loud and messy eater.

I just love it.

Something I hate: Sports Bras

I usually love sports bras, but these days, I hate them with a passion. I haven't been without wearing a sports bra for more than a period of fifteen minutes for the past three months. I wear a sports bra when I work out. I wear a sports bra when I sleep. I wear a sports bra when I'm relaxing on the sofa. I wear a sports bra during sex. The only time I don't wear a sports bra is when I'm in the shower. Those fifteen minutes of freedom are heavenly, but short lived.

I need to wear the bra to support my breastbone. If I don't wear it, my massive breasts pull away from the centre of my chest, causing my breastbone to slowly crack open. Okay, I'm over exaggerating a little. My breasts are not that massive, but it does keep my chest together. I've developed very itchy and sensitive skin where the bra sits. I can't wait until I'm able to sleep bra-less again. I've never been a bra-sleeper.

So that's about it. I hate bras. For now.