One body will not fit me for my entire life. I’ve age, scared, widened, wrinkled. I’ve become. It’s a visual diary of where I’ve been, what I’ve survived, what I’ve enjoyed, what I’ve created. I do not wish to erase my own evolution.
Comparisons are dumb. Or at least narrow minded. By their nature they force a single winner. Of the comparative set, one gets to be thinner, stronger, prettier, smarter, younger, cuter, better. And I am tired of awarding victories to aspirational social media feeds and glossy glamour magazines over my own very real self. Comparisons with anyone, especially virtual strangers, will assuredly NOT make me one comparative adjective: happier.
Image by Pen & Paint