Same old, same old. . .body, baby
At a memorial service last weekend for adopted
aunt/older sister/mentor, her family put together
a loving slide show on a loop.
Stunning to view pictures of this woman, particularly
during her childbearing years, when she looked
particularly great — lean and fit and pretty.
Then BANG!
Gobsmacked by the remembrance that at every point
in her much photographed thirties and forties, while
folks now talk about how gorgeous she was/is, at each
and every instance of a shutter click, she protested
she needed to lose weight — a thought reinforced by
her family, her husband, her culture, the world.
Sad sad sad to see this issue is still rampant. Have
we made no progress at all?
What’s the end of this game?
When we meet God — and we all will — is the greeting
to Her to be: Looking good, but if you would just
lose ten pounds, you’d really be something.
WTF is that?
Tags: If Brad could only get as thin as Angelina;
the Pope is looking a little chubbs lately; Maya
Angelou might have written better thinner; and
Melissa McCarthy is not at all funny.
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