Intentions...

Intentions, intentions.
This morning I rolled over at the sound of my alarm clock with the intention of getting up and going to breakfast. I didn't go to breakfast. An extra 15 minutes of sleep is much needed for this college student. After I finally rolled out of bed, I got dressed with no intentions at all other than comfort. I pulled on my skinny jeans and my comfy grey sweater and put my furry Uggs on my feet and went to class. I wasn't dressing with the intention of impressing anybody. I dressed for me. I can't remember the last time I wore something just for myself other than my pajamas. For some strange reason, my brain is wired so that I think that if I don't wear the 'right' clothes, I am going to be looked down on, be made inferior by the stares of the people around me. Is this a completely irrational thought? Well, yes! In an ideal world, people, especially teenage girls, wouldn't care what others thought of them, of the way they laughed or talked, the way they dressed. It is too bad that our society basically frowns on individualism. We see ads and commercials for how to look like these supermodels or be as cool as these people. The media blasts images of the way we are 'supposed' to look. But who sets these standards? Why should we limit ourselves to these standards? I am most definitely NOT a size 2 and yet I still like to buy designer jeans. (They are comfy and make my booty look good. :D ) Still, the intent of the designer is to showcase their ideal picture of 'pretty.'
Wow. I just went on a rant. My purpose for writing this is to show that you, my lovely reader(s?), should have the intent of doing things for yourself. Its alright to be selfish sometimes. Go intentionally be selfish!!!!