Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Thighs

Today I have decided not to think about my thighs or the thickness that has formed around my middle. I am 61; however, so these kind of body changes are bound to happen. I am not overweight by my standards.  I can fit into a size 8 or 10 depending on who the designer is. Unfortunately, the world see a size 10 as a Bootress, Bootress GOLLY, kind of a woman that should stay home, never go out in public especially in leggings.

But today, despite what the world says, I am choosing to be happy with my body the way it is.  Did I tell you I have been trying to find an exercise routine for the last six years and I have finally given up?  Besides, who gives a flip what the flippin world thinks anyway. (Note: the bitter tone in the last flippin' sentence. I wish to use a more exact expletive, but my mama told me not to talk that way in public. )

Oh! Did I mention that the “world” I am referring to is that group of men that seem to have the power to make the ultimate decisions on what defines female beauty. And one more thing, did I mention that I have really curly hair that I have to straighten with a hot iron everyday, so I don’t look like Carrot Top without props, and that I have never been married  (my choice by the way, just so you don’t think that I am totally undesirable.)  Wow!  Hard to fathom isn’t it?  I am telling you, the work I have to put in everyday. Makes a girl want to run naked and shout, "Take a look at this. I haven't had any work done, can you tell"?

So, I will focus on the things that bring me joy. Frost on the trees, river walks, great art, the smell of freshly pulled espresso, a good whine. I won't focus on things that bring me down---like gyms. (I am back on the exercise rant.) I am not turned on by the smell of sweat in an enclosed area surround by latex, headsets, bowflex and thick necks. However, I do enjoy the subtle yet intoxication aroma of Old Spice on a a sweaty man, but, unfortunately, they aren't in the gyms these days, they are in retirement homes--my next stop. Care to join me?  Bring your yoga mat and get ready to do Down Dog.  Sit Boo Boo sit.

2 comments:

  1. Ah ha! At last. Welcome to the blogosphere or whatever the heck it's called. You tiny little Bootress, are you ever gonna grow up and look your age instead of half of it? You made me laugh. Thanks for that.

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  2. Thanks to you, I am now headed off to find more caffeine that I don't need. And to throw my leggings away. Laughing, as always...

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