The best decisions are the last minute decisions

I came to school this year expecting not to participate in frosh week despite getting countless emails from the off campus coordinator. I hummed and hawed about whether or not to participate and the night before O-Week started I emailed my mom and said “I think I should go”. Seeing as most of my sophs are also in second year (some fourth) I thought I might stick out like a sore thumb. Much to my surprise, I didn’t. In fact, I knew going in, as a seasoned veteran of the post secondary world, that age doesn’t really matter in university, but as most of the group was first year students I wasn’t sure how they would react to me. I also did off campus orientation so I wasn’t sure what that would be either. Who would I meet? All I knew was that no one was gonna run up and down the hallways banging on the doors to wake me up.

Lets take a walk down memory lane, when I think back to my very first year of university, I think of a small, fragile 18 year old who knew deep down she didn’t want to be there but stuck it out, cause that is what I do! I don’t drop anything half way through, and you know what I did end up having an awesome year and meeting by best friends, but it just wasn’t the right school for me. Anyway, first year frosh, to be honest wasn’t the greatest, this isn’t a reflection on the institution, but as a introverted first year saying some of the…um…slightly awkward (the best way to put it) cheers made me uncomfortable, and I frankly had a hard time making friends (thank god for ravens figure skating). So the first week wasn’t too great, well frankly neither was the first two months. I mean I wasn’t mentally breaking down everyday or anything but I wasn’t having the typical experience everyone told me about. Flash forward to this week, it was FANTABULOUS to say the least. Probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and I own a French press so that is saying a lot.


I am not sure if it because as soon as I got here, I felt like I belonged, or maybe its because I am 20, a bit more confident and comfortable in my own personality, more comfortable with being away from home, I don’t know, but whatever it was I am thankful I didn’t come here my very first year away from home, because then I wouldn’t have met my cool as cucumbers sophs and made genuine friends. If I came here in first year it could very well have been the same experience I had two years ago, that scared, homesick 18 year old. The best part, was the OC frosh was so chill, you didn’t have to go to any events you didn’t want to, but the sophs actually make you feel like your friends, they want to hang out and get to know you (or maybe they don’t and they are just really good actors) but they were pretty cool. Remember people, last minute decisions are the best decisions (sometimes).


Has the word curvy lost its meaning?

Like many words, such as love, hate, awesome, literally, unbelievable, are all words that are now a days used too loosely. Take hate for example, the meaning is strong and perpetuates crimes, yet we choose to use it for such trivial things that we really don’t hate, we are simply to lazy to use dislike. In my humble opinion curvy is also one of these words.

I recently read a Buzzfeed article about what curvy really looks like. They used a definition that defined the word as “something curvy: as a curving line of the human body”. Then the article had, to my pleasure some pictures of healthy looking women, and some of the other’s…not so much.

What happened to everyone coming in all shapes in sizes? The apple shape, the pear shaped body, the hourglass, and now suddenly we are all curvy? I am a size 6, 5’3 girl with an hourglass shape, I like to equate my body to Sophia Bush, others on the other hand might equate their body shape to the beautiful Alexis Bledel, a pear shaped actress with a smaller top and a bigger bottom. Clearly all the women in the article are wonderful in there own ways, having confidence and being a larger women is not illegal, I am not trying to crap on overweight (or underweight) or you know anyone from loving themselves cause we deserve to love ourselves. But we have a bit of an issue in terms of language when the word curvy is being using to describe overweight people, I realize the author was using a very simplified definition of the word, but when it comes to a lot of the women in the article they are overweight.

As it stands, in terms of body definitions, curvy is equal to the hour glass shape, the pear shape is explained above, the apple shape is described as having a bigger top half and smaller bottom half and the athletic shape, slender hips and shoulders (of course there are probably more I am forgetting), are being totally forgotten. That being said some people have said in the Buzzfeed comments that we should just stop labeling bodies, and while this is a valid point, I feel that as with words such as love and hate, we should reserve these special words for the correct context.

I would also like to point out that both spectrums of weights (over or under) are unhealthy. When reading this article I thought to myself, “yes everyone on here is beautiful in there own way but what about their health?” You can be 300 lbs and be healthy, you can be 90 lbs and be healthy, and by healthy I mean your liver is healthy, your heart is functioning, your lungs work, etc. Now the dangers of obesity of some of these women in fact may affect there health in some pretty serious ways. On lots of the pictures in the article their fat on their bodies is around their abdomens, meaning this fat is visceral fat (please note I am NOT trying to fat shame any of those women, merely pointing out health risks, I am not touching on underweight health risks because that is another post entirely), this is fat that builds up between vital internal organs such as your stomach and intestines. The visceral fat wraps around vital organs located in you stomach that affects the function of these organs. When the fat is in this area, it is affecting most of your major organs, the ones that process food and toxins, including the pancreas and liver. I am by no means a doctor or medical student (in fact I am in the arts and hokum sciences as Sheldon Cooper would say) but our language is normalizing the unhealthy weights of men and women by misusing the word curvy. As I have said again and again body love is important, and labels sometimes suck, but to take a word and just use if for an inaccuate description is a sad disgrace to the word, just like many words in the English language. It’s great that we are teaching girls and boys to love their bodies but in this sense we should also teach them how to take care of there insides that are connected to how we look, feel, and act and in turn will create body love (whereforth you generally think you look great).

courtesy of the Pinterest world
courtesy of the Pinterest world

P.S I actually did in depth research and learned about visceral fat, you should too its quite interesting.