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7 Ways to Fake Being Skinny When its Too Late


Alright y’all, I’m going to Vegas in like 2 months. I’ve tried every diet out there: Whole30, paleo, counting macros, and nothing seems to work. Probably because I have no backbone and can’t say no when there’s an office party and somebody brought cupcakes, but that’s beside the point.

I’ve alternated my exercise from cardio only, to weights and cardio, I’ve even swapped the treadmill for some good old fashioned hiking trails and bike riding. But no matter what, I always throw in the towel, drink a beer and eat Doritos while I watch Netflix with my boyfriend (who apparently can eat and drink whatever he wants without gaining a pound.) 🙄141H

So here’s my advice for those of you who – like myself – waited until the last minute to care and need a quick fix:

  1. Tan. I’m not sure why, but dark fat tends to look better than white fat. Maybe it gives the appearance on “tone-ness.” Idk, but in my experience, this helps. Tans do fade, though. And memberships can be costly.
  2. Waist train. This is a very temporary fix, and it doesn’t work for everyone (it does work for the Kardashian/Jenners, however). Waist train for 8 hours a day everyday for a week and your organs will be rearranged so that they are no longer where they are supposed to be, thus making you appear empty and skinny. Side affects include nausea, headaches, dizziness and being uncomfortable in general.
  3. Pose deceivingly. If you’re ok with being fat in real life, but want to be a little skinnier on Instagram, angle your body, bend a knee, stick out your butt – and BAM – you’re Instaskinny. This is my favorite tactic, as it requires the least amount of money and effort.
  4. Lighting! Like posing deceivingly – lighting is your friend. Generally, natural, warm lighting is your friend (as opposed to fluorescent or the flash on your iPhone, which will expose your blemishes, rolls and most other flaws you want to hide.) Natural lighting is usually free, but when the sun sets, you may need to purchase one of those overpriced phone cases that lights up when you take a picture.
  5. Contour. If you can afford lots of makeup and aren’t going to swim, sweat, tan or wear white, this might be the option for you. Simply use dark makeup to outline where your muscles would be. Use light makeup to “highlight.” As a bonus, you can give yourself a boob job or butt lift this way too!
  6. Suck it in. If none of those options work for you, you can try the old fashioned “suck it in” trick. Try to relax your face so that you don’t look like you aren’t breathing in photos.
  7. Stop caring. Lastly, if you want to just give up – accept your flubby skin and embrace it. Run around and let it all hang out. You’re probably the only person analyzing your body anyway.

That’s all I got folks. Feel free to share your fake skinny tips in the comments, I could use some pointers.

270H

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5 Things You Should Leave in 2015


In 2015 I turned 21. I quit sneaking into bars and arguing with bouncers about my address. In 2015 I graduated college. I quit calling myself a student and writing essays for money. In 2015 I got a real job. I quit sleeping ’till 2pm everyday. Continue reading “5 Things You Should Leave in 2015”

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From side work to paperwork


I think I had been a server for like a week when I first started to hate the human race. I felt like everyone was dumb.

NO, I can’t make your drink stronger without charging you for a double.

NO, I can’t give you a military discount on your alcohol, and

NO I can’t add extra chicken to your nachos for free.

Like, what is wrong with people? Don’t they understand how things work? I really believe that everyone should be a server at some point in their lives. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve called my family and friends out for being “those people” at a restaurant. Like, “No, mom, we can’t sit at a booth, there are eight of us.”

Anyway, that’s not what this is about. It’s about finally transitioning to a day job. No, not a “real job.” Because serving and bar tending are real jobs. They make real money and pay real bills. Just had to throw that in there.

Here are some of the major differences between my day job and serving.

  1. My bedtime. Right now, on a weekday, I’m in bed before 11pm. If I’m not, I’m gonna be late to work the next day. As a server, I’m just getting off work at 11pm. I’m then gonna follow my coworkers, who also just clocked out, to the nearest bar with Monday-Thursday night specials. I’ll crawl into bed around 2 or 3am and probably sleep until my next shift.
  2. Paychecks. I have to wait TWO WHOLE WEEKS for my paychecks now. What’s that about? It’s 2015! As a server I’m walking out with cash every night. And if I’m kinda broke because I spent it all at the bar last night, I’ll just pick up an extra shift this week. I can’t pick up shifts at my day job.
  3. Uniforms. I love wearing heels. Some people don’t. But I get to wear heels and dresses and slacks to work everyday and I love it. It beats ugly nonslip shoes and dirty aprons any day.
  4. Side work. Boy, do I hate side work. For those of you who aren’t aware, side work consists of a list of daily responsibilities assigned to each server. It’s anything from getting buckets of ice to rolling silverware to sweeping your table section. Usually the manager is gonna throw something really annoying at you, like scrubbing light fixtures. Funny story. My first week at my day job, one of the VP’s came into my department and asked if I would help him tear wallpaper off the bathroom wall. I stood up and started to walk towards the bathroom and he laughed. “She was gonna do it!” It was funny because it wasn’t my job. Of course I was gonna do it. I’ve been doing cleaning projects that weren’t my job since I started serving.
  5. Coworkers. Now, I’m not saying I prefer either set of my coworkers. They are completely different types of people. Servers and bartenders are cynical and funny. Most cuss and drink a lot, while complaining about the people they had to deal with that day. My daytime coworkers talk about books and their dogs. They get excited about new kitchen appliances. I’m about halfway. I like to talk about books and movies, while cussing and drinking.

Serving sucked. I hate cleaning and smelling like FullSizeRendergrease. But I met a lot of really great people. People who I’ll probably stay friends with for a very long time. Serving also taught me a lot. I learned to always tip 20% (unless your server hit you, or something) and be polite. I learned not to date coworkers (which is ridiculously common in this industry). And man, did I learn to have some patience. I can smile and have a conversation with someone who I am actually stabbing in my mind, it’s great.