Hi there! I’m Sonja, one of the new contributors.
Some of you longtime readers may know me as Nicole’s breakfast date a few months ago, or more recently as Anonymous Girlfriend #2 who texted “Let’s kill her” when Nicole was asked by her neighbor if she was pregnant. Yes, although I come off as a sweet girl, I do have a mean streak, probably the reason why Nicole suspected I could contribute without bombing her readership (come on people, do not disappoint please). I also had my own blog “Ves&Mork”, but it was never widely read, until Nicole dropped a dirty word on there.
I guess most of you will not really know who I am, so a little introduction is in order. Perhaps even a questionnaire? Not cool, but then again, I am not cool.
Recently one of our TV stations started showing “Inside the Actor’s Studio” and whenever I zap by I tend to linger on it when the stars are answering the questions once asked by Bernard Pivot (whomever that may be).
So get to know me through my answers:
What is your favorite word?
I like the word “ethereal” , but “ubiquitous” is a close second.
What is your least favorite word?
“Krop”. It’s a Dutch word. It means “head of lettuce”. I love lettuce, I just don’t like the sound of “Krop”. Go on, try to say it out loud.
What turns you on?
Humor & passion. I love a man who sings passionately. I love a man who makes me laugh. Not so different from other women I guess.
What turns you off?
My own body. I would estimate this answer would still not be so different from other women’s feelings, or am I wrong here?
What sound or noise do you love?
The gentle snoring of my pug puppy Indie.
What sound or noise do you hate?
The sound the material of a rain coat makes when rubbed together.
What is your favorite curse word?
I have so many. But the one I probably use the most is “kak”. Another Dutch word, it means shit. I use it all the time, without thinking, which sometimes leads to embarrassing moments, when for instance my apples dropped on the floor in front of the cashier in our local supermarket, a family with little children in line waiting behind us. Ooops. When writing and using the cursing a bit more consciously I like to use “Fuck” a lot.
What profession other than the one you own would you like to attempt?
Musical star, but the non-dancing type. Currently I am a Ph.D student in history. When I’m writing in this capacity, I don’t use the word “Fuck” a lot. Just to be clear.
What profession would you not like to do?
Window washer. I’m afraid of heights.
If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
Fooled you! But no biggie, you can still come in.
I hope this has given you a feel of who I am. Still I feel there’s just one more thing you need to know about me, which no questionnaire covers. I’m the fat one. When Nicole told me who else might be contributing to her new expanded blog two thoughts ran through my head: ‘Fuck, I’m the boring one”. But even worse: ‘Fuck, I’m the fat one”. From all the girls who might contribute and complain that they are fat, and all y’all will be like “Neuheu, you’re disordered for thinking you’re fat”, I’m the actual fat one. And I’ll prove it. Say hello to my little friend, my belly:
I hate before and after shots, I don’t normally create them for myself but here’s the most disconcerting one you’ll ever see. I have entitled it: “Gluttony: A Cautionary Tale”.
In short, this is what 4 months of bingeing without purging does to your body. 40 fucking pounds give or take a little. So there you go, that last piece of information that makes me a prime candidate for contributing to this blog.
I’m not sure why I’m publishing these gross pictures of myself, but at least you have to admit it’s not just in my head. I am fat. Although to be honest, even at the November pic I was living like a recluse in order to hide my body away from the people who not long before had known me as this girl.
Although to be honest, even when I was this slimmer version of myself, I thought I was the fat one. Ah, the splendor of body image.
Anyhow I think that will suffice for first impressions. Fuck, I couldn’t write on about the fact how I very successfully sabotaged my every move to have the lot and body I think I deserve without having a meltdown. If this first article doesn’t bomb entirely, I’ll try to share my ongoing struggles with food and body image more deeply. I’m not a former anything. I’m still going through the motions.
How would you answer the questionnaire? How do you see/feel your body?
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