Enough Is Enough

I have a few things rattling about my brain this morning and so I’m not sure how they will come out, but I know they need to come out. I’m pouring myself another cup of coffee and hoping to compose myself and my words enough.

It is an interesting word: enough. Depending on the context, it brings up so many things for a body and soul. Continue reading

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My Path To Recovery

Today I feel like hell. The kind of hell after a weekend of heavy drinking and debauchery. Know what I mean? How when you wake up you feel like you probably shouldn’t have done what you did?

It was a great weekend, don’t get me wrong. It just included some choices that now I have to deal with. Now some of you might be wondering what in tarnation I did over the weekend and is there a warrant out for my arrest or at least compromising photographs available on the internet. And my answer would be no, and yes. Continue reading

Putting The Parts Together or Why We Should Get Naked

I’ve told a joke before that always gets the laughs and always gets people coming up after the show to talk about it.  It goes like this:  “Ladies, let me tell you a little secret.  Men may like perfect women’s bodies, but that’s not what they’re attracted to.  Men are attracted to what they have access to.  Sexy is all about proximity.”  And folks laugh because it’s true.

But that which is funny is often built upon what makes us twitch a bit.  And the fact of the matter is most of us are very uncomfortable with our bodies and what makes us feel sexy and all that.  I think the solution is putting the parts together and getting naked.  And I’m happy to explain.

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2-4-6-8 Here’s To The Bodies We Should Appreciate

I don’t know any women who actually like their bodies.  Oh, they might like some of the parts, but most don’t seem to like the whole kit-and-kaboodle.  And yet, the men in their lives don’t care what they look like.  Interesting, eh?  Likewise, most men I know admit, if you manage to catch them in a moment of truth-revelation, to wanting some body part being tweaked a tad bit.  This is a conundrum of vast proportions.  It also gives the psychiatric profession a high sense of job security.  Now, I know I’ve pointed out some of these same ideas before, but I’ve run across a little article that should give some women a bit more breathing room – and permission to have at least a small dish of ice cream.  

It appears that men like curvy women.  

Yeah, go ahead and have a cookie with your ice cream girls.

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The Booty-Full Body, or New Year’s Resolutions For All!

First off, let me just state  this simple fact:  I have a big butt.  We pear-shaped gals have lots going on in the butt-department, and not so much in the boob-department.  For me, this has long been a source of major emotional angst.  I’m a white girl – white girls are not supposed to have big butts, no matter how much Sir Mix-A-Lot likes them.  In my little social circles, a white girl with a big butt is, well, the butt of the jokes.

I have two choices:  move to a more ethnic neighborhood, or accept that this is the shape my particular chromosomal arrangement gave me and move on emotionally.  Frankly, I like my house.  So, perhaps my New Year’s Resolution should be to drop 15 pounds and find a way to be happy with the way I look – including my butt.

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