chiaThePet -> RE: The female shape... (10/24/2007 8:57:57 AM)
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The dynamics of specific relationships, will of course allow that which they allow, the paths we either choose for ourselves, or surrender unto others willingly. We all experience the shoving down our throats of the "perfect" woman or man. Always fine tuned to unbelievable tightness and shape, thick dense shining hair, and of course the semetrical face, perfect from any angle, blushed and airbrushed to unattainable beauty. Then there is the rest of us, working hard everyday to look and feel our best. Potions, lotions, slimmers, trimmers, everybody saying "do this", everybody saying "do that". Take a pill, it'll grow, take a pill if you're slow, and one and two and one and two. Eat this, no wait, don't eat that, no wait, eat more, no wait, eat less, no wait. Anorexia, bulemia, obesity in extremia, fast food, no food, hot food, cold food, cut the fat, eat the fat, step up, bend down, side to side, and one and two and one and two and one...more...time. We become captives of insecurity, force fed by others, and created of our own design. Little lambs following the fix of the moment, and everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. Dance to the oldies with me, and we'll all shed a tear and a pound together, sweating and forgetting, all for a low, low, price. I for one, was born with genes, and they weren't Calvin Cline. When I hit middle school, I shot up like a rocket, and the rest of me retreated into stick figure obscurity. Hated myself for my skinny, long and lanky presentation to the world. Why? Because skinny boys were somehow less than, inferior to, and the butt of all those jokes laced with cruel intention. I tried eveything to gain weight, the bane of my teenage existence, a failure at filling out, but even worse, a failure to realize I had become a victim to the acceptable image of others. Gazing into the mirror, chanting, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, oh GQ, where are you?" Fast forward to the present, skinnier than a lot of men my age, and it's fabulous! I've learned how to put my best foot forward, and my self esteem comes with a hell of a lot more "kiss my assets". Perfect? By who's definition? Of course we should strive to be our best and make all those glorious decisions which will uplift us physically, emotionally, and mentally. Doing such for others may serve it's purpose, doing it for ourselves gives us purpose. Sometimes, we are just not in the mood to do anything, on purpose, no matter the chatter. Will the "loving" care and concern of others change us for the better, or leave us worse for wear? For ourselves first, then we can ponder the wishes of others. In the meantime, keep the shadows of judgement from blocking out the sun. chia* (the pet)
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