My sons just spent a week dribbling footballs. They tackled, ran, shot on goal. While I watched my own kids, out of the corner of my eye, I was also watching the girls who were there. Some were thin and lanky, all giraffe legs up to their armpits. Many were strong and wide, thighs thick…
Tag: body image
The Body (A Love Letter)
What is the difficulty in stripping layers of cloth and standing bared in front of my own reflection? It should be easier to face a reflection in the mirror than it is to face the secrets of a soul; easier to bare a breast, a hip, an ankle than to see unmasked the wings and…
Darling, You Look Marvelous
The other day, in the middle of some torturous contortion which these days counts as exercise, I told another woman her ass looked nice. It’s not the first time I’ve praised another woman’s posterior. It’s not the first time I’ve complimented curves, admired abs or lauded legs. And yet every time I do, there is a moment…
Sticks and Stones
Dear Boys, For some inexplicable reason I still can’t fathom, when I was in high school the term du jour for a pretty girl was muffin. At the top of this confectionary food chain, reserved for the prettiest of the pretty, the cheerleadiest of the cheerleaders, was blueberry muffin. Even more inexplicable than the baked good…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 