i hate me

HAHAHAH. you crack me up. Barbies with guns. We are silly....

^^ *g* ..In disney films the things are lot different. Because of Lindsay Lohans big boobs they have to change each scene in the Herbie film to make her a smaller cup size..
They said" Its a family film,that girl can´t have big boobs"

Sometimes I just don´t know what´s going on in the world..

It seems as if people can´t be perfect the way they are..
I think that´s a good reason to be just the way "I " want to be!!!
You can´t please everybody...so it´s the best to be just like you want to be ;)

omg. its a family film, girls cant have big boobs?! wtf.


"You can´t please everybody...so it´s the best to be just like you want to be ;)"
Yep ^_^

i wish they would make a [serious] film where the main girl was not stick-skinny, to show people what women are realy sposed to look like

^^ yeah..I don´t know why but they said that her boobs are to big to play in a family film...They also said that they never done something like that but I´m not sure about that.. her boobs look really like a smaler cup in the film..
Well you never know what´s right in a rumor..

But today so many people playing in Films or making films or whatever are so crazy... So I think its quite understandable that all believe that this is true...


Someone I was watching on tv says something like "The pretty girls in the films are for our male watcher and the story is for the female watcher".. But some films have a really bad storyline...

well, they expect the guys to drag along their girlfriends, the girls suffer through the terrible storyline while the guys drool at pretty girls *angst*

lol ^^ yes I think so too...

But guys sometimes suffer through the bad films too.. Because there is very often a bad storyline with a long stupid lovestory... And the girls don´t like the bad story and the guys are irritated by the lovestory and can´t concentrate to drool at pretty girls anymore..hehe ^^

those are called BAD MOVIES lol ^_^

^^ *G*

Well... have you seen the picture of Jennas belly on the first site? was it there 3 hours ago? Or is it a edit version of what she wrote before.. i havn´t seen it before only recognized that it is there a few minutes ago. Mybe co+k had still proplems and a bug..
Sorry I just have to ask this right now.... i´m so confused right now*g*

yeah it was there 3 hrs ago. co+k prolly had a bug. shame shame. XP

yay tomorrow is saturday!! w00t!!

hey court, Don't think you have to love you're body, but like it, be comfortable in it. Trust me. Cause not only will you feel better, but people will be drawn to you. Remember, this is you're body, it's you're choice what it looks like. Sounds weird eh? But when you like you're body, people notice. I mean, you really radiate something everyone wants. Confedence. Like, one of my best friends is fat. And i mean fat, i love her to deaht and she really is pretty but she's 5' 4 and weighs a whooping 250 pounds. But she doesn't give a rats ass what you think about her, and people think that she's beautiful because of it. And when people who are overly worried about them selves make fun of her, she smiles and says, "I may be Pleasantly Plump, but atleast i don't drag others into the dirt with me." And walks away. She rarely gets made fun of anymore.

Me, i've been though the extreme self haterd of body movement. (I'm going to paste an article i wrote for my journalism class in Grade 12 (im gradded now, and getting, slowly oh so slowly) which explains more of it.) And it's rough, and rougher to love you're self after. I was a size 00 (about a 20 inch waist) at my lowest weight, i am now, at a health wait, a size 10 (about at 40 inch waist). I hate clothes shoping. So, like you're body. And you'll be the evny of everyone.



My atricle. Don't read if you don't want to.

rever Battling
(Service Journalism article #3)

I’m a 17 year old Canadian girl. And I have things most people would die for; a family who is understanding (to the most part, I mean they are a family they don’t always get it), three top of the line best friends, too many perfect memories and moments to count, a talent for writing, and one hell of a great boyfriend. The only problem is, I have a deadly disease

It’s not cancer, HIV, tuberculosis, or other such physical diseases that everyone hears about. No mine is much easier to hide, until a point, and everyone is at risk for it. Though, it doesn’t travel by air, body fluids, infected needles, or other such known ways to pass diseases. Mine passes through media, through glares of those who may already have it, and through the unmistakable words “You’re Fat.” I have anorexia.

Scary, eh? I’ve had if for 2 ½ - 3 years, I can’t remember exactly when the full anorexic happened. I know for about a year or so before that, I was constantly looking at and trying fad diets. I tried diets that worked, diets that where all out weird, and pretty much everything in between. After a bit, I got fed up with some of the diets (ok, I wasn’t allowed chocolate, an all out favorite treat of mine, I caved pretty fast when that’s offered to me.)

When I started grade 9 I was semi-anorexic, for ever chocolate bar I wanted I missed one meal, then I started missing two meals about October of the school year, and then somewhere between December and February I wasn’t eating pretty much anything, only a toddler size dinner at night. I didn’t really notice for the first part until my weight dropped from 125 to about 106 pounds in less then 4 weeks ( the max weight your suppose to loose a week is 2 pounds before it starts making your body very sick.) Strange part, I was extremely ecstatic. At least, I was for a while.

Spring break of my grade 9 year I collapsed at my best friend’s house after my best friend and I took her dog for a very energetic run. I was in her room, lucky for me she was downstairs putting her baby brother to bed and I was waiting upstairs in her room until she came back. She didn’t know, but after spring break, I had no energy. I couldn’t go back to school, I had migraines from not eating, I was slow and sluggish, and my mind was twisting between logic and feelings. I was seriously sick. But my parents had no idea.

I spent the months between April and July locked in my room, eating only when I remembered I had to. In July I had finally got back to a semi-respectable weight and I was finally able to come out of my room. I was white as a ghost (I had a blanket over my window to block out the light) and weak as a new born kitten. I still had my parents fooled; I had become the world’s best liar during the beginning of this. They thought I had Disordered Eating 1 instead of an eating disorder. And I was fine with that, the less they knew the easier I would have getting by.

I started grade 10 off, simply, I hid from everyone. Like the year before, I had friends but no one to really to hang out with. So, it was easy. I would hide away with a book and talk only when someone else talked to me first. But my sister’s friend Vanessa moved back from the coast, and she was always talking to me, and her ex-boyfriend, Andrew. Naturally, we ended up talking a lot.

Andrew became a good friend, me and him hung out a lot a lunch time and before school if he was there before the bell rung. Danielle, a good friend of mine, hung out with us also. I, for the first time since elementary school, had friends to hang out with. I was happy, and my anorexia sub-side a bit, I still barely ate, but I was better. And Danielle always had chocolate. Mmm, chocolate.

The weeks of bitter October turned into the colder month of December and Andrew got himself a girlfriend. A friend of mine to, actually, but the sudden lack of the same question, “Why aren’t you eating,” suddenly brought on a strong and more vicious relapse of my disease. My dinner was down to hardly something to consider eating. My dinner was a small snack to any regular human’s dinner, a small snack to a three year old. The old road was harsher than before, this time I couldn’t turn back.

Tried as I might, I still failed to turn back. I wandered down a road I felt I travel by myself, with no one to turn to. By the end of Andrew’s relationship, I dropped to an all time low weight, I was 102. I was 22 pounds underweight, and I was still dropping lower. I was threatened with being locked in a hospital by my doctor unless I got up to 110.

I had to gain the weight in two weeks, or I was under doctor’s order to be place in hospital, therapy, and eat sugar until I gained weight. So I gained the weight, simply, by eating tons and tons of food. I barely met the requirement. 109.52 pounds, I was allowed to pass and stay out of the hospital, for now. I was in the doctor’s office every other week, being weigh and commanded to eat. I kept it at and even weight, I didn’t lose or gain weight at all. I barely ate, but ate enough to keep myself out of the hospital. If people discovered I was anorexic, then everything went up in smoke. No one could know.

Then the worst of the thoughts came, Andrew and Danielle clued into my whole mess. They made me confront it, I fought it. I got so use to pretending not to be an anorexic; I had convinced myself I wasn’t. Though I knew I was. It was like the logic side of my brain was turned off. I knew things but I refused them and changed reality. I wasn’t the skin and bones I knew I was; I was over-weight in my mind, to me I was fat. I never would call anyone else fat, but I was fat. I was fatter than anyone else imaginable. And I was destroying myself.

Bit by bit, I fell further and further into self destruction. I didn’t eat, I slowed my drinking down. I was shrinking myself into nothing. I started struggling to do anything. But I pushed on; I went through hell and back. I stayed at school, for the more I was at home the more chance there was to get caught. I fought everything and stayed in school as often as I could, but I would get home and fall asleep nearly instantly. Sometime I would sleep right through dinner and the night. Waking up just before it was time to head to school missing breakfast and making a lunch.

March came, it’s was March 16th and Andrew asked me out. A day before spring break (Great timing, Andrew), and for the first while I was extremely happy, I had hit 100 pounds and the guy I had the hugest crush on had asked me out. I was getting complements, well what I thought where complements. “You look really skinny.”

Spring break came and went, rather uneventful. I couldn’t talk to Andrew for the two weeks because his computer crash and I didn’t get his phone number until after the spring break. But during that spring break, little does he know, my anorexia nearly killed me. While in my room one night a few days before school started again, I fainted and collapsed. I woke up the next morning, with a vast migraine, and trouble breathing. It was a close call, and I still didn’t wake up from the nightmare of anorexia.

It still took me a few weeks for me to notice what was going on. It was the night before Seusscal’s dress rehearsal, it technical rehearsal and it was taking forever. We had to rehearse the scene with black lights and the fish all night it seemed. I hadn’t eaten for two days prior, and Andrew was getting worried about me. But I, as always, brushed it aside saying he just hadn’t seen me eat. Later that night, during one of the waits, one of my fellow “techies” offered me a chocolate bar, I turned it down. I, Jasmin Nyack, a girl who would give the world for a piece of chocolate had finally gone off the edge. I scared myself.

That night I dissolved into tears with Andrew (he was pretty much living in my house from the play onwards until June.) I was scared. I finally looked into the full length mirror in my bathroom. I was shocked scared, and sickened. I couldn’t believe I got so skinny, yet couldn’t believe I was skinny at the same time. I couldn’t believe anything was happening at that point, I was more frightened then I had ever been in my life.

After that Andrew and Danielle made me eat. It was helpful for me in a way that Andrew was living at my house; he made sure I had breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Even though for the first few weeks I felt seriously sick after every meal. I felt like someone had kicked me in the gut each time. According to my doctor, my stomach was the side of a small apple. She and my parents were still being fooled; they still didn’t know I was anorexic. I had made my friends stay quiet about it; they were using it against me to their privilege though: if I didn’t eat parents found out.

Slowly I pulled through part of it, I still felt compelled to starve myself at times. But I moved one, reminding myself when I could and Andrew reminded me when I forgot with thoughtful looks, motions, and carefully chosen words to remind me to eat. I got back to 115, my doctor was ecstatic. I was getting healthy again.

Happy ending? Not yet. On June 23, 2006, Andrew went to Vancouver for a job his family had gotten him. I was devastated, and did everything to keep for going crazy from sheer boredom and loneliness. I stop eating again; I stayed outside most of the time just to keep away from thoughts and memories of him. I started falling again.

Though we talked every night, and Andrew will agree, talking on the phone is very different from curling against each other at night for a talk before my mom chased me off to bed. We couldn’t talk for long either, for the high phone bill we might cause if we talked for three hours. I was miserable, and so was he.

Soon enough though, Andrew came back from Vancouver. The job wasn’t fit for a skinny, tall person. Just soon enough to help me though another tragedy, a close friend of mine died in a tragic accident on August 4th, and I couldn’t get past it. Alyson Proulx died from a four-wheeler accident, when the quad she was riding flipped on her and snapped her neck. She was 17, and was meant to grad this year.

When I started school again, the school seemed very empty and I kept expecting to see my friend Alley. I was very alone also, Danielle and Andrew had graded, and though I had other friends I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. I missed sitting with them, but I started getting way with not eating again. Seeing as I didn’t have anyone constantly with me. Breakfast and lunch took a downward turn; I dropped them just so I could have five more minutes in bed.

Things started getting worse for me, I had signed up during the summer with anorexic site that signed me up with someone like me who was also suffering from anorexia. My “Eating Pal” was committed to hospital 2 weeks before my birthday, I didn’t hear from her again.

My birthday came and went, and so did winter. But I was becoming sicker and sicker, what little I ate wasn’t healthy so much as easy. I wanted grab and go food, so I could get up and go. I hated waiting for things to cook, or having to sit down and eat it. I just wanted to go too much. I had things I needed to do, and I didn’t want to sit and wait. I got use to just get up that I couldn’t just sit and eat. And old habits die hard.

Andrew moved out of my house in November, and I got away without eating often. More and more often, as long as I ate three times a week the normal meal size. He didn’t even no. Until soon he found out when I couldn’t stomach and more food. I ate 1 piece of pizza one night, a very thin piece of pizza at that, and I was full.

I was reeled out that night; I was caught by Andrew, the only one who I couldn’t lie to or pretend to be fine. Not anymore. Andrew had got under my skin and destroyed all my walls that kept me from telling the truth about what I was thinking to many people. I wanted to scream at him for unraveling what I built up over my life, yet I couldn’t. Not when he cared so much. Blast him for tearing me apart that way.

Yet, as I’ve continued on from everything, and I still continue to go out with him I’ve learned, I would have lost my life without him. And even though every time something gets thrown at me, and I don’t expect it, I fall back into old habits. I know if it wasn’t for him and my friend I would still be struggling with it or I would be dead.

My story of anorexia is tragic, yes, but not as tragic as it could have been. I will never forget or be able to repay my friends and my amazing boyfriend for what they have done. Each one of them have helped through one problem or another, and though Andrew has stepped in maybe more than the rest of them, but they all helped.

:0 jasmin...im....just....wow. that must have been terrible. and i thought feeling good about myself when i was so hungry i felt naseous was bad....

that was a great article, though, very good writing, but o my gosh!! anorexia sounds terrible!! last year i thought one of my friends was bulimic :\ that was scary...

the scary thing is that sometimes i see logic, actual reasonable logic in eating disorders....but i know there isnt any

i try to be healthy. but its hard sometimes.

Blech, Healthy is a choice you choose, yes there are better choices. But, i mean, eating like a rabbit all the time is almost as bad as eatting like Jolly Saint nick all the time. Lol, you need a good blanance of treats and health food. Cause it will make you feel good both ways. But it's you're choice on whats good. If you're like my boyfriend, and eating to much health food drops you're weight like a rocket, it's reasonable to eat alot of junk to keep you're weight up (he has scary high body fuctions, it's frightening really......) but if you're one where a chocolate adds thirty pounds to you're hips, than eating more like a rabbit is better.

and it's scary shit, mostly getting better, you go back and forth and back and forht between, getting better, and getting sick. It's soooo long, and sooo sicking. I'm still not better, my boyfriend fights day in and day out about me not being fat, telling me i'm the hottest chick he knows. I have such a hard time believing him.

Yeah, I think I do pretty well being healthy, at least now. In 5th and 6th grade I would come home and eat immediatley, no matter if I was hungry or not, just because I was bored. :\

Chocolate and ice cream is every now and then, it's not like a staple in my diet. I eat salads and never eat fast food, I'm pretty healthy I just hate seeing all the skinny girls in my class eat so much unhealthy food and be skinnier than me, while I'm eating healthy and still kinda fat...

worst was when they changed Emma Watson's (Hermoine Granger - HP) boob size in the posters she was about 14 at the time!

You have to think of the time when Bond was written, that's why the women are always sidekicks...although is Agent M on screen like the one in the book? She's the boss in the films!

Lynx adverts are absolutly disgusting, girls in skimpy clothes delivering your pizza because you smell like cheap deoderant? And currently girls running into each other and becomming a completely different girl because the new product comes in two peices that you can spray together to make a new smell...you get the point lol It is all very subliminal again I think, because most of the time I feel I am treated as a person rather then a sex It's like these advertisers think that that is what men want, or what we want.

They are skinny now but as you get older it's easier to put the weight on so who knows couple of years they'll all be fat! There isn't actually anything wrong with being fat, some people are not fat, just bigger, being healthy is the main thing. I do understand anorexics because I have had self esteem issues, people look at you and see one thing, you look and you see something entirely different, but it's not like skipping a meal by accident, it can kill.

jess - don't worry about your English, you can say more in English then I can say in German, French, Spanish and Italian put together!

yeah, Bond was written in a time when girls were still second-class...

TAG ads are disgusting. They're like Lynx ads....