sweet daydreams
Sometimes while I’m day dreaming I fantasize that I am granted the wish of a svelte, hairless, odor free body void of any cellulite, sagging or repulsive parts.
My hair is suddenly gray free, shiny and manageable.
My undercarriage is suddenly a pleasure palace which is multi orgasmic and is faintly scented with fruit.
My face is stretched ever so slightly as to always appear to be 10 years younger.
My jawline is taut against my neck which has once again become the swan neck of my adolescence.
My back is smooth and the fat packs an unpleasant memory of the past.
I actually have a waist. Yes, a perfect size 26 and my abs are defined slightly. No more hanging paunch.
My teeth are dazzling white and all the chips are gone.
My breath is faintly redolent of fresh fruit 24 hours a day - no halitosis in sight.
Then I open my eyes
and
at some point
see the reality
in the
mirror.
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July 28th, 2009 at 1:28 am
You know what Annie dear when I feel like this, I realize my body tells a story. It tells who I am. Like the scar I have on my ankle that I got when I was ten years old. The stretch marks on my boobs that I got when they decided to pop out in sixth grade to become B cups on my tiny then body. The stretch marks across my tummy that shows my daughter grew inside of me for nine months. The scar on my arm that I have from when my parrot decided it didn’t want to go back into his cage. The laugh lines around my eyes that show I laugh a lot and need to laugh more. We are beautiful my sweet. I know we would like to be perfect. But if we were, would anyone know our stories?
July 29th, 2009 at 1:03 am
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