so i’m number one on google for does this make my butt look big?, and this tends to attract a wide variety of comments — so much so i’ve had to leave the whole old site up (well, that and the still ongoing hallelujah discussion, but i digress).
and yesterday i answered a commenter, age 14, who was conflicted about the whole big booty issue: in magazines and stuff they say it is good but then u look at all the models…and they have no ass!. so i tried to say something reassuring in case she ever came back — something about loving yourself the way you are now, ’cause i didn’t when i was that age, and i am regretting the hell out of not appreciating myself then.
and then this morning i was in the shower and it hit me — i’d better damn well appreciate this body i have now, now. stop whining (mainly inside my own mind) about my lost and underappreciated youth. no doubt twenty years from now i’ll be wishing i looked like this still, unless i win the lottery, lose 70 pounds, and have a bout a hundred grand worth of nips and tucks during those years. which i often think about you know. and i would like to stop thinking about these unrealistic things and just appreciate whatever youth i have left. if that’s what you would call this, youth, i mean it isn’t exactly … oh right. i was going to stop that.
it sounds trite, writing about it. but it was a moment, it was definitely a moment.
You got it bay-bee use it – love it or lose it…you’ll never be this young and fresh and nonwrinkely again…
unless they get those clone-replicant brain transfer thingies going.
We are so lucky to be alive, have skin and be healthy.
There are people somewhere at sometime wishing that they had what you have right?
right! wait. tell me more about this clone-replicant thingy? no, no, no.
that was a tangent of my thoughts in the shower — old age and illness and helplessness and that there might even be a time when i would look back on being able to do these simple things, and wish i’d appreciated them.
i think that about a lot of things lately. my health, my kids, the whole thing, it’s like, i don’t want to be caught not appreciating the hell out of the good things in my life.
i do lots of appreciating, i really do.
i mean if i was to quote sirmixalot
if.
I liked that Sir Mixalot video with the huge butts sticking up in the air.
Hmm. I suspect if I get started here, I’ll keep going, so I might as well track it.
I think you’re just perfect the way you are, kd, and I’ve seen enough pics to know what you look like. But I understand those moments immensely, and wish I could learn to appreciate myself as is. I’m glad you have, learned that is.
still working on learning.
Learning to love my ass
This post of kd’s got me thinking about self love and body issues, and boy have I ever been on
definitely a moment!
i suppose quoting sir-mix-a-lot would be way too trite
naah … not trite at all.