I had a few scattered free moments to think about the post I wrote last week. I read through all of your comments and emails. I was touched to read some of the stories you all shared with me about your own lives. I felt a bit needy for unintentionally seeking everyone’s approval of this blog. But, at the same time, it felt empowering to know that somehow some way by sharing my story I am helping some of you out. That felt good. There has to be a reason for all of this. If that reason is to help others then that makes me happy.

A few of you responded that this is my blog, and I should write whatever I want. I agree. I don’t know how to respond other than to say that sometimes I’m a wienee, and I second guess who I am. When I wrote the other post, I felt defined by a lot of what I have written about on here: anxiety, infertility, chronic health issues, etc.; all of which play roles in my life at the moment, but none of which I want to be defined by. I struggle with that. I don’t want to be “that infertile woman” or “that sick girl” or “that Paxil lady”.

No, no, no. I want to be “that Asian chick with the nice ass.”

Allow me to explain: Circa 1999, the hottest guy in my high school referred to me as “that Asian chick with the nice ass”. I was flattered, and I don’t really care what that says about me. He probably has a beer gut and five kids by now. And I’m sitting here blogging about it. Hmmm…But yeah, that’s my big goal in life: to be that Asian chick with the nice ass again.

I kid.

At the end of the day, this is my life. These are my experiences. You guys are going to read my blog, and take away from it what you will take away from it. There are going to be people who think I’m making good decisions. There are going to be those who think I’m doing it all wrong. But either way, I am going to keep trying to be as honest as I possibly can. I am going to continue to talk about a lot of the hard stuff. I am also going to continue to talk about the fun stuff.

Thank you all for putting it in perspective for me. I was starting to lose my way, and you guys really helped me remember why it is I’m here.

Have a great weekend, everyone! Enjoy yourselves. 

P.S. The Mary Kay Make-Up Giveaway ends on Sunday. Enter HERE
P.P.S. I added a Pinterest button to my sidebar. Let’s follow each other. Also, if I’m not following you let me know. I’m still figuring out how the site works. Somehow it has me following 100 people; some of whom I have no idea how they got there. 



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    October 14, 2011

    No, thank YOU, Carly. BTW, you DO have a nice ass ;).

    Happy Friday! ♥

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    October 14, 2011

    I've struggled with that too. Labels are dangerous things. We are how we define ourselves, and that definition is always changing. I think we all have challenging disappointments in the scrap book of our lives. Sometimes, those things will take up full pages. Sometimes, they will be mere foot notes. I think it's all in the mindset.
    What I mean is:
    If the Scrapbook page is "My healthy lifestyle", a foot note on that page might be the reason for it – to be in as good shape as you can to get/keep a pregnancy.
    In my scrap book, the same page "My Healthy Lifestyle" would have the foot note of "so I can get by BMI in a range where I have more adoption options." You can't adopt from Korea or many other countries if your BMI is high.
    But from the outside, you'd never know that attempting to adopt from Korea 5-6 years ago was what really pushed me in the right direction. Now I do it for me, AND to set a good example for my friends and future family members. (Not to mention, it feels awesome!)

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    October 14, 2011

    "If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive. " – Audre Lordes

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    October 15, 2011

    In the few years I've been reading your blog – even though I'm unable to relate to the depression and infertility personally – I've never once thought about you as defined by your personal struggles. You are a beautiful, articulate, stylish, honest woman – and I hope you'll continue to write about real life.