Lemmonex clears the air with herself.
Body, I have done some awful things to you. I have not treated you the way you have deserved. I have let how you look affect my whole psyche. A lifetime of hatred towards you permeated my entire being. I lived in a strange space, where you were fully ignored and an all-consuming preoccupation.
I have compared you to countless other bodies. I have cursed you for having thicker thighs than the women I pass on the street, a fuller stomach than the girls at the bar and a wider ass than the lady sitting next to me at the coffee shop. You have been subjected to a lifetime of unrealistic expectations.
To quote a novelty poem/song; man, I'm glad I'm a man.
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I am still glad I am a woman, too.
Thanks for the link.
Ha ha. Nice post.
I stumbled upon your blog, and decided to read. I'll make sure to come often, now.
Ranting student, glad to have you aboard. I'll try not to be too big a disappointment. Maybe someday readership will make double figures!
Lemmonex,I'm glad you're a woman too,cutie! Seriously,though, I'm thankful to have a 17yo daughter who has always gone her own way and not worried much about what others think. Admittedly she hasn't had a weight problem, which seems to be the main source of angst.
As a man surrounded by females (wife,daughter,stepdaughter,two granddaughters and another soon to arrive), I see all the little agonies involved in being female that I have never had to contemplate, and I think that a slightly reduced life expectancy (and even that difference is shrinking) isn't too bad a tradeoff.
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