Pretty is the girl who doubts herself.
Pretty is the girl who measures herself by the mirror and scale.
Pretty is the girl who doubts herself.
Pretty is the girl who longs to be called beautiful.
Pretty is the girl with the loud laugh and honey-sweet smile.
Pretty is the girl who dances around her room, not caring who sees.
Pretty is the girl who can stand on her own two feet.
Pretty is the girl who gets her heart broken and vows to be stronger.
Pretty is the girl who is not defined by her insecurities.
Pretty is the girl who questions the doctored societal views of beauty.
Pretty is the girl reading this. <3
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
What's in a Name?
I noticed that Sarah and Crysania put up blogs about their names. This is mine. :D
My name is Megan Nicole Snyder. I love my name even though it is a very common name.
Originally, my dad wanted to name me Morgan. I am glad he didn't. :) Megan is of Greek, Gaelic and Welsh origin. It means: mighty, strong, able, pearl. I love the pearl aspect of my name. It means that I shine even though I am made of something simple. I have many nick-names; Meg, Megs, Meggie, Meggers, Megetable, Medge, Megerita. :D
Nicole is Greek and means victorious. How this applies to me, I have no idea. Except that I am a very determined girl.
Snyder is definitely German and means tailor. So apparently, my German ancestors made clothes for a living. Kinda cool.
In essence I am a nicely clothed victorious pearl. :D
My name is Megan Nicole Snyder. I love my name even though it is a very common name.
Originally, my dad wanted to name me Morgan. I am glad he didn't. :) Megan is of Greek, Gaelic and Welsh origin. It means: mighty, strong, able, pearl. I love the pearl aspect of my name. It means that I shine even though I am made of something simple. I have many nick-names; Meg, Megs, Meggie, Meggers, Megetable, Medge, Megerita. :D
Nicole is Greek and means victorious. How this applies to me, I have no idea. Except that I am a very determined girl.
Snyder is definitely German and means tailor. So apparently, my German ancestors made clothes for a living. Kinda cool.
In essence I am a nicely clothed victorious pearl. :D
Italy
Last week I watched a movie with my grandma called Summertime. It starred Katherine Hepburn and was filmed in 1955. The whole plot centers around a lonely American woman who has always wanted to venture to Venice, Italy, in pursuit of something that she can't name. In one scene, Jane (the protagonist) is sitting in the center of a gorgeous square at a cafe table. She sees dozens of couples strolling past, hand in hand, gazing into each other's eyes. She wants that too. I saw myself in her.
As the story unfolds, Jane finds herself in love with a Venetian man, Renato. Renato has a secret and their love is doomed from the start. The thing is, Jane finds what was missing in her life in Italy.
Italy is a place on the map, a rotating spot on a spinning globe. It is a country that has seen centuries and centuries of war and strife, beauty and enlightenment.
Hearing its name, seeing pictures of all its glory, reading about its illustrious history, makes my chest fill with longing. If I could go anywhere, I would choose Italy.
Italy holds something for me, just like it held something for Jane in the movie. I realize that she is a fictional character, but I believe that if I just had the chance to go to Italy, I would find something that would fill a missing piece, even though I do not know what I am searching for.
Ah, Italy.
As the story unfolds, Jane finds herself in love with a Venetian man, Renato. Renato has a secret and their love is doomed from the start. The thing is, Jane finds what was missing in her life in Italy.
Italy is a place on the map, a rotating spot on a spinning globe. It is a country that has seen centuries and centuries of war and strife, beauty and enlightenment.
Hearing its name, seeing pictures of all its glory, reading about its illustrious history, makes my chest fill with longing. If I could go anywhere, I would choose Italy.
Italy holds something for me, just like it held something for Jane in the movie. I realize that she is a fictional character, but I believe that if I just had the chance to go to Italy, I would find something that would fill a missing piece, even though I do not know what I am searching for.
Ah, Italy.
Worry and letting go. (Inspired by Miss Autumn Rose Ladyga)
In chapel this past week, one day was focused entirely on how worry is
UNNECESSARY.
There is a difference between worry and concern.
Worry is being anxious over things you can't control.
Concern is a healthy interest.
I am concerned with my mom's health right now. (She has asthma, allergies, and bronchitis.) But I know that she will be ok because the doctor's gave her medicines and she usually gets this at least twice every winter. It will pass. I just don't want it to get worse. But I am not worried about it. Worry is consuming. I don't want to be consumed with things that I cannot change.
I am not going to worry about the rest of my life right now. I don't have to. I don't have to be consumed by the thought that I might die without being married. That is no longer an option. If I do die single, then I am going to die having seen the world, eaten the food I liked, and wearing the clothes I love in the body I love.
As a New Year's resolution, I have decided that I am going to have a healthy concern for myself now, not worry. Yes, french fries are my favorite food, but I am concerned that if I eat them all the time like I used to, I am going to risk my health. High blood pressure and diabetes and heart disease run in my family. I am not worried about it right now. I am taking a healthy interest in it. I have been trying to cut down on salty and sugary snacks, limiting my intake of soda (I love you Cherry Pepsi, Sprite and Dr. Pepper. You know I could never give you up completely. I just don't get to see you as often. I am sure you understand.) I also try to think more positively.
I tell myself that I can look good in a bikini this summer, I can feel good about myself this summer. This year is going to be different.
I am going to let go of my insecurities and worries this year. I may need an encouraging word from my chums, so, be nice! :D I loves you all! Wish me luck.
UNNECESSARY.
There is a difference between worry and concern.
Worry is being anxious over things you can't control.
Concern is a healthy interest.
I am concerned with my mom's health right now. (She has asthma, allergies, and bronchitis.) But I know that she will be ok because the doctor's gave her medicines and she usually gets this at least twice every winter. It will pass. I just don't want it to get worse. But I am not worried about it. Worry is consuming. I don't want to be consumed with things that I cannot change.
I am not going to worry about the rest of my life right now. I don't have to. I don't have to be consumed by the thought that I might die without being married. That is no longer an option. If I do die single, then I am going to die having seen the world, eaten the food I liked, and wearing the clothes I love in the body I love.
As a New Year's resolution, I have decided that I am going to have a healthy concern for myself now, not worry. Yes, french fries are my favorite food, but I am concerned that if I eat them all the time like I used to, I am going to risk my health. High blood pressure and diabetes and heart disease run in my family. I am not worried about it right now. I am taking a healthy interest in it. I have been trying to cut down on salty and sugary snacks, limiting my intake of soda (I love you Cherry Pepsi, Sprite and Dr. Pepper. You know I could never give you up completely. I just don't get to see you as often. I am sure you understand.) I also try to think more positively.
I tell myself that I can look good in a bikini this summer, I can feel good about myself this summer. This year is going to be different.
I am going to let go of my insecurities and worries this year. I may need an encouraging word from my chums, so, be nice! :D I loves you all! Wish me luck.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Summer is Happiness.
I know that I can't speak for other cold Midwestern girls.
But as for me, I crave sunlight and warmth beginning around January 1st.
I crave sun on my face, turning my skin golden;
jumping in the car and driving around with the windows open, hair all tangled, music blasting;
never taking my flip flops off;
having awesome tan lines;
going to fairs - fair food is da bomb diggity;
two words: bike rides;
the beach, of course - getting sand stuck everywhere, splashing in the water and not caring who is looking, my hands getting all sticky from melting ice cream;
Summer is the time of year when anything can happen, where it is ok to hope for better things than what you have.
Summer is happiness.
But as for me, I crave sunlight and warmth beginning around January 1st.
I crave sun on my face, turning my skin golden;
jumping in the car and driving around with the windows open, hair all tangled, music blasting;
never taking my flip flops off;
having awesome tan lines;
going to fairs - fair food is da bomb diggity;
two words: bike rides;
the beach, of course - getting sand stuck everywhere, splashing in the water and not caring who is looking, my hands getting all sticky from melting ice cream;
Summer is the time of year when anything can happen, where it is ok to hope for better things than what you have.
Summer is happiness.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Not the polka. :D
So. I know that nobody cares, but I thought that my dream from last night was simply divine. I was dating Neil Haskell, amazing dancer on So You Think You Can Dance. He was performing in the finale of the season and I was in the audience. After his last performance, he walked over to the host and looked at the judges, Nigel, Mia and Adam. They all nodded at him and he looked at the audience.
"Meg," he started, "come up here."
I knew he was talking to me and I stood up in my seat, thinking this was odd. I looked adorable in this cute purple patterned skirt and black boatneck shirt and heels.
Neil pulled me onstage and I congratulated him on his amazing performance.
Then, he does the craziest thing and kneels to the ground. "Meg, I want to share all my dances with you for the rest of my life. I want to trip over your shoes in the hallway and be there when you cry at sappy movies. I love you and I want you to be mine forever. Will you marry me?"
I am speechless for a moment.
"I have two conditons. One, is that I won't ever do the polka. I think its silly. And two, is that you put this ring on my finger right now!"
He laughed and slid the ring onto my left hand. "I think I can meet those."
And, the end. :D
It was just so cute, I couldn't help writing it down. :D
"Meg," he started, "come up here."
I knew he was talking to me and I stood up in my seat, thinking this was odd. I looked adorable in this cute purple patterned skirt and black boatneck shirt and heels.
Neil pulled me onstage and I congratulated him on his amazing performance.
Then, he does the craziest thing and kneels to the ground. "Meg, I want to share all my dances with you for the rest of my life. I want to trip over your shoes in the hallway and be there when you cry at sappy movies. I love you and I want you to be mine forever. Will you marry me?"
I am speechless for a moment.
"I have two conditons. One, is that I won't ever do the polka. I think its silly. And two, is that you put this ring on my finger right now!"
He laughed and slid the ring onto my left hand. "I think I can meet those."
And, the end. :D
It was just so cute, I couldn't help writing it down. :D
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