Inhibitions.
Inhibitions aren’t all bad. For instance, just because a woman is blocking the WHOLE ice cream case, doesn’t mean you should run your cart into her. Repeatedly. Inhibitions serve a purpose.
Until they fucking don’t.
When I was, well, not old, my sister and I listened to the Purple Rain soundtrack a MILLION fucking times. Remember Apollonia 6? Yeah, we practiced the ‘Sex Shooter’ song until we had it down cold. There’s a part of the dance where they say ‘Come on, kiss the gun’ and they touch….well….they touch their crotch. I would NEVER touch my crotch. I would always just touch my upper leg. It used to piss Middle Sister OFF. She would TOTALLY touch her crotch and was actually kind of offended that I wouldn’t touch my own crotch.
No way…because that was weird. 
Fast forward..well…decades and a few years..and I will touch my fucking crotch whenever I fucking want.
Losing some inhibitions is a good thing. Not that I’m suggesting playing with yourself in public or anything..I’m just saying..if the dance requires some crotch touching, just fucking do it.
Middle Sister will COMPLETELY kick my ass for saying this..but now? She has more inhibitions than I do.
One of the things I have enjoyed the very most about aging is losing my inhibitions. I like saying what is on my mind. I adore not having to put makeup on to go to the store. And I absolutely NEED to like myself the way I am right now. No inhibitions. Every sore muscle..every weak muscle..and all the bumps and bulges.
If I don’t love who I am right now and accept myself, then I am not going to move forward. In order to do that, I need to keep my inhibitions in check.
This is why I am writing this post. DO NOT WAIT until just before you turn the new 30 to figure this out.
Do it now.
Accept yourself.
You want to go to the gym but you are worried that the hot guy, or even worse, the very fit hot girl, will look down on you. Because, and I am talking to my gender, we all know it’s the scorn of other women that hurts more than anything.
Fuck them. So you have a few bulges. Or you have a ton of bulges…or you have ALL bulges. You are exactly who you are. You can love yourself right now..and if anyone has any judgement of you? Well then..fuck them right in the face.
You do what you need to do to move forward. Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks. And for fuck’s sake, don’t let your own thinking be your undoing.
Be WHO YOU ARE.
Like WHO YOU ARE.
It’s not the other people who hold us back.
It’s us.
Take my hand..shed your negative self-talk..
And touch your own damn crotch.
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I am not – I just found out it is more fun to have someone else touch your crotch and that is frowned on in public.
HAHAHAA..I love you madly..
I looooove this! May I reblog it?
Do you mean link back to this post? If so, that’s absolutely fine!
Are you sure it’s applicable to the male population. I was taught that it’s not nice to point. Plus I’m getting really confused trying to keep track of all the restraining orders being issued at the gym. ;D
Hahaha..well..one must practice discretion..
YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! I will run that bitch down over and over until she stops moving, then laugh as I hear the crunching of her bones under foot while I select the most delicious Strawberry Ice Cream in the ENTIRE AISLE! lol
Okay..but when you are banned from the store, I am totally gonna say ‘I told you so’.
And by the way, I touch my crotch often, a lot of times in public. So, nah!
XXOO..and I love you madly as well..
a) Hopefully I’m not alone in this, but as a ‘super-fit’ girl I have to say that I am NOT looking down my nose at people still (or just beginning to) work towards being super-fit too. I’M thinking “way to go, glad you’re here, work it girl, see you there”… the derision of others is mostly in the head. Most people at the gym are just too busy doing their OWN workout to really give a shit what YOU are up to.
b) touching your crotch? check this out (the first image): http://www.lamebook.com/imagine-that-4/ (and say “what in the F**K??!?!?! ).. LOL
I’m sure you’re not alone, but trust me, the opposite of you exists. I’ve encountered many people who feel there is NO problem belittling people because they are overweight. And really, it’s not just the EXTREMELY overweight that are targeted.
And if a person IS significantly overwieight, I can promise they’ve had plenty of ridicule. Imagine how hard it must be to enter a place on purpose where they are sure to be faced with a lot of people who look the way they have been told they are supposed to look like.
This isn’t a criticism of all people who are fit. Hell, I’ve heard people who could stand some gym time themselves be hypercritical.
I would just like for those of us who do feel bad about ourselves to find a way to stop fucking caring what other people think or say.
amen to that. ((hug))
did you look at the crotch reference? LOL
I DID! That’s awesome!
Amen! I’m off to the grocery store right now to ram my cart into anyone who even goes near the ice cream case, WHILE touching my crotch and singing Purple Rain at the top of my off pitch little lungs!
Also, I might have been inspired to let my fat fears go and get out there and move a little, without constantly tugging at my t-shirt. After the grocery store of course.
YAY!!!
And Purple Rain makes us all feel better…be careful where you touch your crotch, though..try to refrain at work.