tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355581415555634269.post2737876197091211761..comments2010-10-12T17:09:49.106-07:00Comments on Knick knack, paddy whack, give my blog a bone...or a cheeseburger...: Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be. ~Robert BraultUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355581415555634269.post-41629773441194371902010-08-29T07:41:15.848-07:002010-08-29T07:41:15.848-07:00An here I thought that I was the only one who look...An here I thought that I was the only one who looked at my collar bones! Lol! The first pictures I saw of myself with visible collarbones after I lost the weight was AMAZING! I think, for me, a lot of it has to do with always being the "biggest" girl in dance class my whole life. I remember when I was in highschool, we were performing the ballet "Cinderella" and we had professionals from a New York company as our leads. Well one day at rehearsal, "Cinderella" is sitting htere talking to all of us girls and telling us how beautiful collarbones are. Mind you, she was probably about 100 pounds and hers were close to scary than pretty. But, I remember sitting there thinking how I didn't have that. It stuck with me. So now when I look and see pretty collar bones, no matter what kind of fat day I'm having, it makes me feel a little better. :o) So I'm totally there with you on this topic. Oh, and YAY for using the English muffin pizza idea!Eileenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04969523905936226979noreply@blogger.com