The Typography of My Thighs

I am 40 years old.  I am 5’9 and have weighed between 120 and 147lbs since the age of 17, which is when I first remember weighing myself without being told to stand on the scale by a doctor or nurse.  Fine, you’d think.  That’s healthy.

But something told me it wasn’t ok to love my perfectly tall and thin body.   Continue reading

Truths and Tautologies

Truths and Tautologies.

Catchphrases.  Quotable quotes. Life Commandments.  Maybe our mothers used to say them; maybe we read them in some book and it sounded smart to use in conversation.  Maybe we wrote them in lipstick on a lover’s bathroom mirror in a desperate(ly pathetic) act of romantic grandiosity.  Or maybe they were just simple things we’ve picked up along the way that we have found to be, well, pretty damned accurate in this ongoing tightrope walk we walk.

It’s a balancing act, this thing called life

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First Kiss (A Reprieve from the Angst)…

There’s a not-so recent NY Times article which has sat uncomfortably with me for a while.  It posits that while we generation X-ers are famously sarcastic, conflicted, inherently resentful of our self-obsessed boomer parents and dismissive of sentimentalism; we are also faced with an existential challenge:  how do we look back on the good old days without betraying our “reality bites” outlook? Continue reading