But I'd rather not go into it all right at this moment on a Tuesday night when I really should be in bed. And I've had a port or two.
But we'll talk, we will. And the first order of business will be that I can not find a photo of myself taken in the last 2 years that I am willing to post (which is sad in all the feminist, I-love-myself, sort of ways). In fact, I can't think of a way in which it is happy.
And that's what prompted me to write after ALL this time: sucky body image, or perhaps, just sucky body. Jury is still out. But the truth is, I got fat. And I hate it. And I am in an awful pendulum swing between "I-love-myself-the-way-I-am" and "I-am-fat-and-I-hate-it-no-matter-what-the-lesbians-say."
But tell me, when was the last time you looked in the mirror and thought, "Awesome." Because I'd like to know your trick. Unless, of course, your trick is being naturally skinny. In which case, let's just talk about something else--like maybe how much we hate Rand Paul--because weight is not going to be our common ground. Which is ok. I still like you.
And I leave you with this, in case you think I am just belly-aching.
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Hurrah! I can read you again! So...with weight off the table (ha), what should we talk about? How about how much we hate Keira Knightly? (and not because she's skinny but because she's awful).
Also, do a post on yoga. I want to hear how you feel about it.
I think you're the bees knees and I can toally relate. Though my before picture is about the same as my after picture plus a few sags and wrinkles. You'd think after all this time I'd make peace with what is. Nope. Not at all.
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