#NerdsUnite: Screw The Media, I Love My Ass!

Sep 13

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet Brian Freedman!! He makes funny videos on YouTube. Go watch: youtube.com/ImBrianFreedman. If you don't like 'em, he'll bake you pie. Mmmm... piiiiiiieeee. K. That is all. </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Brian Freedman

When you think about it, you could have the most perfect hips-waist-bust figure and yet people and yourself can still find something wrong with you. At the end of the day, body perfection is an unachievable dream because everyone has different views on what's attractive. The only thing you have control over is your body and your view of said body. If you weigh 300 lbs and have puss coming out your eyes (too graphic?) but love yourself unconditionally, then who cares what the mailman thinks? There are plenty of women who are hot as hell with a plethora of men wanting to get in their pants but they feel their thighs are too thick, or their ass is too fat (and the problem is...?). Your body is not the issue...YOU are.

I'm average height, not amazingly tall. My weight is healthy for me (5'6" and 140 lbs~ish). I eat right, exercise, sleep well, lay off the stress... You know, all that stuff you should do but probably don't. It's true that all of those help me with a better positive self-image, but again, even movie stars and models think they look like shit. It’s ironic that women are fed this idealistic body image filth of looking like an airbrushed model on the cover of COSMO because even those women struggle with their physique. A little while ago Oprah did a show on women who, when younger were models, and now in their 50s reveal how they struggled with their looks. One of them confessed after seeing herself dolled up for the cover of magazines, she kept trying to live up to that image in her real life. So if a model admits what she looked like to the public eye was false, why should women even bother idolizing it?

The biggest self-image booster starts and ends with your thinking and how you feel about yourself and what God (or for atheists, what you were born with) gave you. You have one body your entire life. That is, until we figure out how to switch minds to other people and/or blank robots (but that won't happen for 20 years or so, so you're stuck with one body for now). I figure you might as well love it as much as you can. It's rare. VERY rare. The rarest thing in the world since no one else has your exact body. Except for identical twins. . . but for the sack of inspirationally motivating all you women out there, let us ignore that fact, shall we?

Tomorrow morning when you wake up, before putting on makeup, while your hair's still a mess, go look at yourself in the mirror and repeat this uplifting mantra:

"Heyyy body. Daaaaammmmmnnnn you are looking sexy to-day! Holy shit if I was a man I couldn't keep my eyes off you! Let's go out today and turn some heads."

You can word that however you want to, the point is respect and love your body and others will too.

And for those singled out assholes who still think you look fat? Fuck 'em. Your body's amazing and that's that.