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take me out to the ball game,
take me out with the crowd.
buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks,
i don't care if i never get back;
cause it's root, root, root for the home team,
if they don't win it's a shame.
cause it's one, two, three strikes, you're out
at the old ball game.
i feel like a lot of people are obsessed with being skinny-minnies to the point where it's just plain old not healthy anymore. yes we are america - the land of fast food and free refills, but it shouldn't be so horrendous to your health. eat smaller portions, swap soda for water and cookies for fruits. seriously, it's not all that bad. and don't always be looking at hollywood for your role models - because that's well, hollywood - the land of air brush and plastic surgery. be proud of being a plain jane. there is nothing wrong with your size! the only reason people should be worried about their weight should be their health. it's absolutely ridiculous for tweens and teens to be talking about wanting to see their ribs in their bikinis! and women of all ages are battling size 8 and size 10 jeans for what?! if your proportions don't match up exactly to that of those model standards, so what. love your curves, embrace them, wear flattering clothes. it is not hard to work with your body type, but you should get to know your body type before you self-destruct in an attempt to fit into a size 2 skinny jean that a 12 year old probably can't fit into. don't let the media feed you bad press about your size, love yourself for you who are - big bones, curvy hips, and all.
i just drove down ocean parkway blasting 'your favorite weapon' from my speakers and singing at the top of my lungs - and it was the greatest feeling ever. it's liberating, you know, singing your heart out to emptiness, to nobody, to the night sky and the cool air. it frees the mind. i immediately felt relieved, like nothing could bring me down. for the duration of 12 amazing tracks i was a rockstar. i drove through an intense fog and the only thing that kept me grounded in reality was the smell of the ocean, almost thick with low tide - you know, when you can taste the jellyfish in your mouth if you breathe in really deep. this is what home is to me - a three lane highway leading to a lighted monument that symbolizes the beaches of southern new york, the smells of summer wafting in through air conditioning vents even though it's still cold enough to leave the dial in the heat section, and good old long island bred brand new.
