This is a bit of a departure for me. I was just over reading Designs by Gollum's post about cellulite and I had an epiphany. An honest to goodness epiphany. You see, her post is about cellulite and she says that even the stars get it. She has all the pictures (and I don't know about you but I love that, sorry, I just do) As a 51 year old woman I sometimes look in the mirror and wonder what is happening to me. My face, my body. I'm not an athlete, never have been, and I keep telling myself I need to walk, get on my bike, Don't eat that cake!
I can be a walking pile of self loathing at times. But I looked at these photos of the "beautiful people" with their cellulite and bellies and the thing that hit me is they don't care! They still squeeze into their stringiest bikini and shortest skirt, knowing there are photographers everywhere who can't wait to put their picture on the front page of some rag or tabloid. Lord, I would die a thousand deaths if I were wearing something like that and it ended up on the news stands! Maybe I'm too darn hard on myself. That doesn't mean I shouldn't be getting on my bike or taking that walk or not eating the cake. But maybe I shouldn't be so hard on this 51 year old imperfect body. Funny to think that we are hard on ourselves because of the glamour shots of these same people that we see every day isn't it? The glamour and perfection isn't real for them either.