Love this thread!!!!!
Thank you for starting it!
~You: You have always been beautiful, you only need to believe that about yourself. See what everyone else sees in you. You are such a natural beauty, and I have always felt so "unlike" you, even though we are so closely blood related. You have always been more petite, smaller, nice skin, nice tan, less grays-all of that. I can't believe that just because so many of your co-workers have had surgical procedures lately (tummy tucks, boob jobs, weight loss surgeries) that you jumped on the bandwagon and got breast implants. I know that's why you did it, too.
I was in shock when you told me. I was hurt even more so, that you didn't tell me until the night before you were getting it done-when you had been getting the preliminary tests/consultations done for weeks. I was also hurt that you said "lift and slightly fill them out" was the plan...and when I saw them you got porn star ROUND DD's...on your 5'2" frame. I don't like them. At all. You were perfect before...and also a C cup, which was perfect for your frame. It's not like you were an A cup or something. I still can't believe that you did that out of low self esteem and peer pressure.
~You: Thank you for believing me when I discussed my fears and concerns with you, and taking me so seriously. Thank you for being so kind, and having such a wonderful manner with me. Thank you for making me feel so at ease with you...and doing everything that you did for me. I don't think you will ever know how much it all meant...because I am too shy/embarassed to ever tell you.
~You: Grow up. You are 27 years old...not 17. You are a "professional college student" who still lives off your parents, and anyone else who will support you. Stop taking money and handouts from family members and FINISH SCHOOL. WORK MORE HOURS. BUDGET YOUR TIME AND MONEY. I am so sick of you acting like a 19 year old frat boy. You can't be "cool" forever...well, you can-but your idea of cool and mine are completely different. In case you hadn't noticed...your hairline is receding. It is time to act like a MAN now.
Stop treating women like a piece of meat. You are never going to love anyone as much as you love yourself. It makes me so sick to see how you whine and complain about what everyone else has...when they work so hard for it and you skeeze by on what everyone gives you for FREE. Just grow up. Stop making it so hard on your parents and everyone who cares about you.
~You: I miss you so much. A great, great part of my life has been missing since you have been away from me. I know we are together in spirit and in long distance communication...but I feel like my only sisters and best of friends have been taken from me, and I have never gotten over it. I don't think I ever will. The separation has been much more than I have anticipated. We are spread all over now-some of us are still together, but a handful of us now apart from the rest. We still see each other at times with careful planning-but it isn't the same as when we were all together ALL of the time.
You are all goddesses, I want you to know that. I have learned so much from you all, and have known female friendship like I have never known before. You have been rocks to me...and gave me self esteem, trust, and courage like I have never known. You have made such great changes in my life in the past 5 years...I love you all, with all of my heart. I would do anything for you...all you would have to do is ask.
~You: Thongs hanging out of the back of low rise jeans are really tacky. Please wear low rise underwear with them, that is what they are for. Thank you.
~You: Please stop whining about not getting the results you want, when you are unwilling to commit to an exercise regime. We can try to lead the horse to water, but we can't make it drink. Deep down you know what the problem is...but YOU have to do something about it. Complaining won't make your thighs any firmer.
~You: Please stop smoking while you are pregnant. I hate to see it, and so does everyone else around you.
~Thank you for helping me so much lately. I know and can see that you are getting stressed out-trying to do what you normally do, on top of what I normally do. I CAN do some of this stuff...really, I can. I love you.
