Honduras Mission Trip

March 18th 2009



Today was our third day of mission work in the Garifuna villages. The village we visited today, Guadalupe is smaller than the first two villages but has a larger church. I noticed that the smaller the villages were said to be the larger the church. Once in the village we asked around for the town catechist and a girl went off and came back with a man named Sosa. He opened the church for us and we asked if we could have Mass for the village tonight and if we could walk around the village inviting people. He told us we could invite people but that the church had no power so it would be dark. A church without power was not a problem; we would be prepared with a lot of flashlights and candles. We split up into two groups and walked around the town inviting people to Mass. Everyone always smiles and nods and says ‘Thank you I’ll be there.’ Really they just tell us what we want to hear and probably do not want us hanging around their window. We had lunch in the village at a restaurant the catechist told us about. After lunch we ministered to the kids and played Simon Says which they had a hard time understanding so we switched to duck duck goose which they enjoyed but still had trouble fully understanding. We left the village and returned to Campameto for some time to think, reflect and pray before heading back to the village for Mass. The short-term mountain team was also coming down from the villages in the mountains so we could have a priest for Mass. After dinner we went back to the village for Mass. When we arrived at the church there was no one there but there was power. A few people began to show up but the church was still very empty. I began to feel a little discouraged because we had talked to so many people and there was no one at the church. Two of the most important rules of missionary work are to be flexible and no complaining so we just waited there for people to come. I learned that you have to trust in God and know that He is working through us. Mass was supposed to begin at seven but it started more around seven thirty. I guess that is how time works in Honduras, we say seven and to the people there it means seven thirtyish. The Garifuna people have their own beautiful language and pretty much take over everything in the Mass, which falls under the rule of being flexible. They sang the gospel acclamation and then when Father proceeded to read the Gospel one woman stopped him and they started singing again. We just stood back and let the people praise because it is all about them. The Our Father in Garifuna is one of the most beautiful things in the world to me. Everyone on the church knows it; even if they do not know the rest of the Mass they know the Our Father. Everyone linked pinkies and began swaying and singing, I had no idea what they were saying but I just linked pinkies and moved with them. When I looked around I was surprised to see the church complexly full and a lot of older boys and men in back. it was a surprise because I had been told them men tend to not go to Mass because religion is for women and children but there they were men, standing in back singing the Our Father. At certain parts of the prayer the people bow and then jus hum while one man, usually the catechist preaches. It is so beautiful and we can’t understand a word of it. The Garifuna people are so amazing and so beautiful, all we did was bring them a priest to have Mass and they took over and made it into their own celebration. At the sign of peace people get up and sing and walk around the church and shake hands with anyone and everyone. It was hard to leave my row in the church, it seemed uncomfortable but our leaders have been telling us mission work is hard if you are comfortable you do not love enough. So to love these people we had to step outside of our comfort zones to love these people and let God love them because we are instruments of God’s love. We were only witness to the love of God for these people After reflecting on the events of tonight and the whole trip I realize that these people may look poor to us but they are rich in so many other ways. Life is simple and beautiful not complicated like we make it here in the States. They see the beauty of life and are able to live their faith in such an amazing way and they only receive Mass once or twice a year. As our leaders have been saying this mission trip is not just about the people in Honduras because we can learn so much from them too.

Second college Update

Greetings,

It is now mid September and I think I have done well adjusting to college life. To begin the dryer hates me. To do one load in the dryer is one dollar. Well after the dryer stopped a went to get my cloths and discovered that they weren’t dry so I went back to my room and managed to find four more quarters and put them in. I went back again and the dryer displayed one minute left. I thought “perfect.” So I waited. Well after ten minutes the display still said one minute and the dryer was still going. I gave up and went back to my room. I let another ten minutes pass and checked again. The dryer was still going and said one minute left. I gave up all together and decided to go to Mass and then dinner. After Mass and dinner I went and checked on my laundry and to my surprise the dryer had stopped. I think it said one minute just to spite me and then when it realized I was coming back it gave up and finally stopped running. That is my laundry horror story.

Last week I was sick, sick beyond all reason. I couldn’t hear very well, I had no voice, I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head, and I had no medication. I got sick on Sunday. The following Tuesday was Sammi’s birthday so I made her a cake. I had my friend help me. Not only had someone used up all the cooking oil that had been in the kitchen the day before but the electric beater didn’t work. I ended up using butter and exerting all the man power Molly and I had to whip the batter. The cake turned out just fine and Sammi had a happy day. Wednesday Father Mike, the priest of the Church my Dad attends, came to campus to visit Sammi because ha had a wedding in Pittsburgh. He was also very nice and brought me Sudafed and Nyquil. He’s my hero. As soon as I had medication I was on the mend and didn’t go through quite as many tissues. The Saturday before I made Jell-O because my throat was sore. People thought I was crazy because I drank warm Jell-O. It works like cough syrup but tastes better and helps your throat. Well making Jell-O was an adventure in itself. The mugs I have are not microwave safe so I had to heat up the water in one of the bowls I have in my room. So I heated up the water, poured it into a mug, stirred in the Jell-O mix only to discover the water wasn’t warmer enough to dissolve all the sugar. So I poured everything back into the bowl, heated it up more, stirred it with a fork (I don’t have spoons) poured it back into the mug and finally drank it. Why on earth would you not make a mug microwave safe?!

So to go backwards even more my roommate’s mom came and stayed that weekend so on Saturday (the day I made Jell-O) we went to Wal-Mart and bought the cake mix for Sammi’s cake, and more water because we don’t drink the tap water. It’s yellow. Julie’s mom took us to Quizno’s (better than caf food) and then on to Wal-Mart. Well we bought all our stuff and went back to the car, put our stuff in the trunk and then Julie’s mom closed her keys in the trunk. We could see the key sticking out of the trunk but the buttons and keychain was inside the trunk. Well it’s a newer car so it doesn’t have a latch you just lift to get the trunk open and for some reason the trunk release button that is in the car only works when the key is in the ignition (crazy Chrysler people). So here we are four women staring at the key sticking out of the trunk. Some guy who was an angel in disguise stopped to help. He ended up taking the entire backseat out and reaching into the trunk all the way across the trunk and pushing the trunk release. Thank God for him.

Moving forward into the week… I locked myself out of my room and unfortunately my roommate was off-campus so I had to pay the RA’s a dollar to unlock my room. Then to make it better a few days later I lost my keys. I went to the RA and she gave me a spare and told me I had a week to find my keys before they charged me fifty dollars for a new one and have the locks changed. I was determined to find my key. I went back to the cafeteria the next morning and they said they didn’t have my key but that I should go check with switchboard (the answer the every question- the brain of the campus). So I wandered across campus to switchboard but they didn’t have one either. The people at switchboard told me to check with my Resident Coordinator so I trudged back up to my dorm to talk to the RD. on the way to her office I met Father Dennis, he’s an awesome guy, he smokes a pipe. So I knock on the RD’s door and she said that no one had turned a key into her but she’d let me know if they did. So I pass the day without finding it. I went back to the caf for dinner and again inquired about my key. Thank you St Anthony they found it. Apparently it had been there all day but no one told the people who scan ID’s that someone had turned in a key. I was so glad I didn’t have to pay for a new key and all that jazz.

I am gradually making friends but it is hard to get to know people when you are constantly reading for Honors. My friend Molly from across the hall found one of the funniest passages in the Iliad, either that or we were slap happy and tired. Homer is describing a battle scene and said “The sharp stone hit him in the forehead and smashed both brows in on each other, nor could the bone hold the rock, but his eyes fell out into the dust before him, there at his feet.” Molly read that and burst out laughing, she told me about it and then when I read it later on I laughed to. It might be funny or it might not. I think we had just had enough of the Iliad that anything would make us laugh. I have made friends but a lot of time is dedicated to studying. As time goes on I’m sure I will meet more people. Our honors class had a toga party and watched the movie Troy (which is totally in accurate) in honor of finishing the Iliad. We also almost got written up for making too much noise after quiet hours but because there were so many of us the RA decided no to. Those of us in the Honors class who do not spend every waking moment studying Greek mythology have come up with a game for class. Because the class is based mainly on discussion participating is mandatory. Everyday before class we come up with a list of words that we have to integrate into the conversation. However if you are the first person to say glory you get minus one point. Some of our recent words include: Kool-Aid, lotion, the big blue, viscous, quagmire, Brad Pitt, and much more.

My roommate is real nice and we get along well but today I was a little frustrated. It looked like her backpack and closet had regurgitated all of its contents onto the floor and chair. I walked in and there was stuff everywhere and she was no where to be found. When she came back I asked her if she could at least clear I path so I could get to my bed and desk with out slipping on a paper and stabbing myself in the toe with a hanger. Eventually she did clean it up but I was a little frustrated that she said she would, left, and then came back later. I now I’m a little stressed so I have to be patient and I have been. I haven’t yelled or argued with anyone. I just calmly talk to her and asked her to give me a little space. I need to find a friar to talk to. They are here for the students, and they know how the freshmen feel. The friars are here to help and love it when students go to them to talk or get help. It’s on my to-do list.

I have found several Packer fans here. We are a bunch or happy cheese heads. Also last weekend when the Yankee’s played the Red sox I found a bunch of Yankees fans to watch the game with. There were one or two Red Sox fans, and lets just say they don’t take losing to well. Packers play the Broncos in the Mile High city on October 29^th. Monday night Football!!!! Sammi and Matt Fleming think the Broncos will win but I highly doubt that. Mwahahaha!!!!

There is no Starbucks within 30 miles of here. The coffee shop on campus has some good things but I miss my Starbucks. They “proudly brew Starbucks coffee” but I don’t drink straight black coffee. The nearest Noodles is Cleveland, I’m not missing it that much though. And the nearest Chipotle is in Pittsburgh. The RA from down the hall said she would take me to Starbucks because I have a Starbucks card that I can’t use. Last night we sat in the hall way and made hot cocoa. She and I have a class together so before class starts we sit and talk about Europe because she studied in Austria last year.

I went to get a Snickers the other night from the vending machine (they don’t have any other candy bar) and to my disappointment my Snickers didn’t even have caramel. What a let down. Recently a kitten has adopted FUS as its home. It wanders around outside the cafeteria and students stop to pet it. There is also a cat that patrols the door by Egan hall, our academic building. In the mornings it’s a real challenge getting gin and out of the building without letting the cat in. unfortunately the nice crisp fall weather we were having has disappeared and the temperature is rising again. A new dorm was built for this year, and the courtyard between it (Lizzie Louie) and Tommy More, is still under construction. I now know how to lay cement asphalt and decorative bricks. I could drop out now, lay cement, asphalt and bricks and say I learned it all in college and never had to leave my dorm room. I can see the construction of the courtyard from my window and eagerly await its completion. I also have a beautiful view of the sunsets. However I hate the smell of Steubenville in the morning. And, surprisingly enough I can see stars at night. One would think with all the pollution you wouldn’t be able to see anything. I guess that’s why the water’s yellow. Oh and there are rabbits on campus. The cutest things and some of the guys actually try to catch them. The rabbit just hops back and forth and all around and the person chasing the rabbit looks ridiculous. It is one of the funniest things I’ve seen on campus. People can’t tell which way rabbits run so they look like little kids who run around chasing the dog or something. Highlight of my day, after Mass of course.

Well I’m off to the caf; hopefully it’s not corned beef and cabbage again (bleh)L. I would do anything for a Chipotle burrito or a steak. I should find a ride to Applebee’s.

College- The First Week

To begin, I arrived safely and thankfully at Franciscan University. I must say the drive across Kansas was rather boring. By the time we hit Indiana, Sammi and I found a way to entertain ourselves. We held my giant teddy bear up in the window every time we passed an eighteen wheeler and tried to get the drivers to honk or wave. For the most part we were successful. My mom’s driving drove Sammi and me crazy. She drove exactly the speed limit for most of the trip, stayed behind cars that were going the speed limit and she never really got used to the brake on the mini van.

Moving into the dorms was easy. The orientation team was amazing, carrying all of our stuff up the stairs. Pulling up in a periwinkle purple mini van took a lot of courage but at least we didn’t have to stay by it for long. The dorms have air conditioning and thank goodness for that because it is so hot and humid. It has, however, cooled down. Our internet is not working, making it extremely hard to communicate with people. The RA’s said the internet is being worked on. Our fellow dorm Marian has no air conditioning but they do have internet. Personally as of now I’ll take the ac over the high speed, it’ll come soon enough. I can still get online, I just have to walk down to the JC Williams student center to get online and finding time to do that is difficult.

We are having a tea party in honor of surviving the first week of college. As of today Thursday August 30, 2007 we have been here for a week. The girls on 3^rd floor are really nice, and the lofts up on 4^th floor are really cool. We met some upper classmen who showed us their loft; it’s really big and spacious. The walls of our room look bleak and bare with nothing on them. Apparently we didn’t realize we’d have so much wall space so I have sent home for posters. The girl down the hall had her mom stay till Wednesday that’s a long time.

All weekend masses where in the field house so it wasn’t until Tuesday that I was able to go to Mass in the chapel. Sitting in the chapel is so amazing and looking at the cross against the back wall makes me feel like I am back in St Clare’s in Assisi. The feeling is awesome. I have decided to sit in the front so that I can see and don’t have to go to the back of the chapel for communion. At noon Mass, both times that I have attended, one of the professors and his family have sat in front of me. The kids are adorable but also very distracting. This up coming weekend, September 2nd and 3rd, is opening weekend so once again Mass is in the field house.

Sammi and I managed to find Matt and his good-looking cousin Nathan, not to mention a few other good looking guys, not that we’re out for our MRS degree or anything. There are about 7 of us from Colorado here but I only met one other guy. Oh and it’s a college campus so everyone plays Frisbee. I can proudly say that I bought my very own Franciscan University of Steubenville Frisbee. Apparently one is supposed to name the Frisbee but I am not entirely sure this is true so I will wait a few days. There is also a group or several groups who play Frisbee golf at night, so you have to be careful walking around.

On Sunday we had our “Dinner with 12 Strangers” and went to the Zinno’s house. Three small groups were lucky and were invited over to Righteous B’s house. I hear most of the boys who went to houses with little kids were chased around the house with light sabers and swords. The kids at our dinner were adorable. There were a set of one and a half year old twins and they were the sweetest kids.

Father Dave is still in Austria and no one knows when he’ll be back. Sammi and I just know that the year we go to Austria will be the year he comes back, just our luck. I can’t wait to go to Austria, I’m so excited, but I don’t think I am going till junior year, maybe sophomore.

Classes started Tuesday at 8am. Tuesday and Thursday I start at 8am and finish by 11am so I have the whole day to myself. Mondays and Wednesday’s I have class at 10am, 1pm, and 3:30pm and then on Friday I only have class at 10am and 1pm. The Honors class is fun, people seem to get off topic and others dominate the conversation leaving the rest of us in silence. Some people are also looking too deep and are way too excited. One girl wants to read other books to see if she can find the background of a certain character so we can further evaluate a situation. The rest of us think it’s a little much. A friend, Zach, and I were saying we should keep the intelligence down to our level and suggest that at a certain point during the Iliad they should have ceased warfare for ice cream. It would have been much more diplomatic. University Foundations is one of the weirdest classes I have and I really don’t know what it’s for. They gave us a packet to read but only gave us the even numbered pages so today when we all went back they apologized about it and then found out from the students that both packets they gave us were missing pages and not just one. It’s so boring and it’s my 8am. The rest of my classes are good. I had to drop history which I now think will be part of my major. As soon as I get and academic advisor I can figure out classes, majors, Austria, and my career. French is a nightmare. The Professor spoke in all French and I am happy to say I understood him. That’s a plus. However the rest of the class appears to be a teach yourself sort of thing so I might just die.

The food in the cafeteria is really not all that bad. The pizza there is awesome. I’m not starving just yet. I seem to be eating a lot of pizza because all the weird looking entrees they have don’t seem too good. The one time I did go to get a sandwich they were out of roast beef. I was a little upset. I do have Mac& Cheese in my closet that I can heat up it the microwave anytime. Plus with all the hills around here I don’t think I’ll be putting on weight, aside from building up the calf muscles.

Homework is a little overbearing but with time I will be able to adjust and figure out a schedule. The coffee shop in the JC has also been helpful in those times when I am falling asleep into Luigi Guissani, not because he’s boring, but because I’m exhausted.

Uh.. About the coffee guy, and a friend.

So a while ago if most of you will remember I wrote about the Barista at Starbucks that I had a crush on. I'm here for another report. In the past year I have gotten to know him through Myspace, Facebook, and the trips to Starbucks. I must say that I don't go as often, meaning I'm not completely obsessed with him. We have, in essence, become friends. I can carry on a conversation with him with out freaking out or getting nervous and not knowing what to say. We talk like friends. On the day after my Birthday he wished me a Happy Birthday when I went in to get a drink. The day after that he came into Noodles with his dad and brother, and in front of them asked me if I had a good birthday. I said yeah gave some details and moved on. This brings me to why I'm blogging, I'm frustrated! Clearly at one point I had the worlds biggest crush on him but as I have already mentioned that has passed and we are now friends. I still go to Starbucks a lot not for the same reasons that I used to but I go. Recently he hadn't been there and I knew he didn't quit because i heard some of his co-workers talking about him. Apparently he was a little shaken up cause something happen but he'd be back. Time went by, not a lot but some, and I just thought I would message him and see if he's ok. Why? This is important... because I care about people I know. Not because at one point in my life I had a crush on them!!! (some people still don't understand). I messaged him, he wrote back. He explained what had happened and said thanks for my concern. This brought me to the question of do I write something back, if so what? I couldn't think of anything to say so I didn't. I asked a few friends what they would do one said just talk to him before I leave for college, and the other who knew me when I had a crush on him said that I "continue to obsess and turn nothing into something with someone who has already said he's not into you." Ok here's where I get angry. When I did have a crush on the Starbucks dude, the person just mentioned, would not tell me if the Starbucks dude liked me or not. Obviously he knew. Now he's telling me I'm obsessing about him. Ok newsflash here I'm not! I just asked a simple question which now when I reflect on it, I find it a little stupid but still I did it because people make mistakes. Apparently I am obsessed with the coffee guy because my other friend didn't think that after a year or so I would realize nothing will happen and I should accept what I have and go with it. We talk, we are friends, nothing more. I'm frustrated and angry. I don't know what else to say

Saturday the 3rd

Yesterday, Saturday March 4, I learned a few very important things. One, when you are going to Los Angeles to tour the Getty and you plan on taking city buses don't were dress shoes or dress sandals. I didn't anticipate doing a lot of walking and a 'United employee' when I travel I have to look professional. So I wake up thinking since it is supposed to be 79 degrees in LA I might as well wear sandals. That didn't go so well. After missing the bus and walking everywhere my feet were killing me. Not because the shoes were uncomfortable but because they aren't meant for extreme walking. So after spending a day in LA I flew back for the George Strait concert. Keep in mind the time crunch here. I go straight from the airport to the Pepsi Center still wearing the same shoes. Well conveniently the row I was sitting in had something sticky on the floor so not only could I not take my shoes off to free my feet (which have blisters) but my feet were practically stuck to the floor for the three and a half hours we were there.

The second thing I learned is that if you are going to a concert and don't have a car be sure to a) have a working cell phone b)have friends who care enough about you to make sure you have a ride home c) wear shoes that you could walk home in. I had none of these. Half way through the concert my phone dies. My friend tells me that I can borrow hers to at least call home and get a ride. Well because they had to be home before midnight my friends left before the concert was over. Luckily one of them stayed and let use her phone to call home. Due to traffic around the Pepsi center my Dad wants me to walk somewhere else down town so he can pick me up. Ha-ha no I won't. So there I am with blisters on my feet standing in dress pants in front of a bar across the street from the Pepsi Center with a cell phone that doesn't work waiting for a ride. Oh and it's cold too! So half hour maybe 20 minutes later my Dad finally comes.

I learned that you should never were sandals to California for a day trip and that if you go to a concert you should have a working phone or car. Maybe I'm just over reacting but I can't say I was too excited about standing around the Pepsi Center till midnight. Maybe it's because I'm in a somewhat bad mood because I got two hours of sleep last but being left at the Pepsi Center really isn't as exciting as it sounds. Now because of all this and my blog about it, people are mad. I just can't seem to write anything without pissing people off.

AAAHHH!!!!!!!

Sammi got accepted to Steubenville. I'm gonna die... :-(

It's a religious celebration so deal with it

So I was listening to the radio this morning on my way to school and the topic was Christmas; which I would like to point out from the start is a religious holiday. If you’re offended I’m sorry but stop taking advantage of Christian holidays, for lack of better world, so you can celebrate another day of money spending. Back to the radio; someone had read something somewhere about a person complaining about how a nativity scene shouldn’t be a Christmas decoration or that it was infringing other non Christian people’s rights to celebrate Christmas. Whatever they were talking about on the radio was ridiculous. I would like to point out that without the birth of Jesus Christ there would be no Christmas. Christmas is a celebration of the Church that other non religious and disrespectful people want to make money off of. Instead of me taking Christ out of Christmas why don’t you rake you disrespect and material things out of my celebration of the birth of my savior. Or is that too hard to do? So by taking the Christ out of Christmas you get –mas, which ironically is a Catholic celebration. So without Christ in Christmas you end up with something only Catholics can celebrate I would also like to point out that there would be no Santa Claus or commercial Christmas without St Nicholas. If you are not familiar with the story of St Nicholas he is known as an older version of what people now call Santa Claus. St Nicholas was born in 280 AD, in Patara, a city of Lycia, in Asia Minor. He became the gift giver of Myra. His gifts were given late at night, so that the gift giver's identity would remain a secret. St Nicholas was eventually named the patron saint of children, sailors, Russia and Greece. St Nicholas was a Christian priest, who later became a bishop. He was a rich person, and traveled the country helping people, giving gifts of money and other presents. St Nicholas did not like to be seen when he gave away presents, so the children of the day were told to go to sleep quickly or he would not come! Nothing has changed and Santa Claus will not arrive this Christmas unless the children go to sleep early. Christmas is a religious holiday that has been adapted by our materialistic society and converted into a time of money spending and stress. I refuse to take Christ out of Christmas because Christ is the reason for Christmas and you can’t possibly celebrate Christmas without sharing a religious aspect. I’m not a hundred percent sure but I’m pretty sure that it is very difficult to celebrate Christmas without Santa and Christ. Overall it is a religious celebration of the birthday of our Lord Jesus and if you don’t like it sucks to be you. I do not want to hear anymore take Christ out of Christmas or no nativity scenes or anything like that. People weren’t smart enough to come up with their own holiday so they took one of the most important days in the Church and materialized it. Way to be original. To conclude it was a religious holiday first so don’t be saying it offends your rights to celebrate Christmas because you are the one choosing to celebrate a religious holiday and there is no way around it. I hope I made my point!

Reason to be upset

So today in Theology we were talking about life issues and our topic was anorexia. Across the United States 8 million people are affected by eating disorders, 7million of them women and 1 million of them men. People identify their self worth and value in attaining the ideal body. Most people who are anorexic are 15% below body weight and have a fear of becoming fat. So many people have eating disorders because they see the ideal body as a chiseled smooth body with little to no body fat. Our society gets that image from the media. We see all the movie stars, celebrities and who ever else and want to be just like them. That is the ideal body that Americans think of. Our discussion today focused on that thanks to our resident airhead and careless chatter box. According to her the ideal size for women is like a double zero or something. Apparently our size scale is too big so now we need a double zero. However this girl also brought up the fact that now the media is gradually slipping in the “big is beautiful.” Ok yeah duh as one of my teachers says there’s more of the person to love. Being big isn’t a bad thing however when people call a 6-8 a plus size they are so wrong. I’m sorry but I’m not that fat and I wear a bigger size than a “plus size.” What the hell. And you wonder why people have problems and worry about their weight. If we are going around saying a 6 or 8 is a plus size there is something seriously wrong with our culture. We are created in the image and likeness of God therefore we should not worry about obtaining some unrealistic image the media puts forth. Apparently being skinny or having an eating disorder isn’t fun or easy so why do people want to be like the unhappy “models” of America. I can understand wanting to loose a few pounds to get a trimmer fit, go down ONE size in pants or work off all the holiday goodies but seriously people don’t listen to the media, it’s not healthy. If the guy down the street doesn’t like you, don’t become anorexic, someone out there loves you for who you are don’t change for others, let them see you for who you are. And hey maybe the guy likes you, he’s just shy. Your looks and outside appearance should be the last thing you think about although I do admit I think about it a lot. Want to know why? Cause there are people in this world that judge by outside looks. I’m not looking to gain their favor I’m just looking to not get picked on and made fun of. I don’t always look my best but I deal with it. And there’s nothing wrong with looking good or nice so dress up spend time on your hair but not an hour. I am thankful to have friends who, as far as I am concerned, don’t care all that much about what I wear. One of my friends complained he couldn’t see my eyelashes, I don’t care. I just wear mascara now because it makes me look a little bit more awake. Anyway to conclude… big is beautiful (and I don’t mean big as in 6-8) so please don’t get discouraged. Feeling better about yourself isn’t the end of the world either whether you are petite, small, medium, or whatever. You are created in the image and likeness of God. This means you are meant to be the way you are. You do have to right to feel good about yourself but you should never identify you self worth with your body and self image. Oh and I can’t stand the girls who clearly spend at least 15 minutes on their makeup and then their hair looks like they slept with it in a pony tail, it really isn’t attractive. I understand it’s the style or trend or whatever it’s called now-a-days but break away, be original you hair should look nice, not like a wild mane. That’s all.