For Klara
She wanted to know, but
this meme got caught under a pile of staff I have been postponing due to my inability to deal with everything that interests me, her blog being on that list of mine. Then I accidentally found
this, which could be an answer, even if it was written before the question was even asked. I still believe Klara deserves a better specially-for-her written post, so here’s my try. By the way, I’m flattered the interest is mutual, so follow Klara, she has some amazing notes, in my opinion. You can find her in my “spread the word” section.
Before I forget, this is a Swedish Buffet meme, to quote another of my favourites. Please leave me a note if you have helped yourselves.
I am a narcissist , ultimately. Which cannot fully account for my relation with my body. Being the wannabe super star that I am, I feel that body comes second to spirit, but hey, it really comes. I could never have an ugly boyfriend, pretty much like I could never have a stupid one. There, I have said it, I am vain, I know.
Back to the body, I am lucky enough, I have my moments. It helps to have a sparkle in the eyes, makes you taller. Same with being relaxed. My body is more beautiful since I have stopped worrying. Yeah, I cannot do anything about that belly profiling, threatening my future. It’s again a spirit state: I am too lazy comfortable with myself to deal with it. For the moment. I am even happy with my balding head, learning to accept it and enjoy it. Yes, my facial expressions are changing as we speak, I am able to express the complete range due to my now widening forehead. I don’t intend to worry about the wrinkles either, they are already incorporated in my brand. Once you’ve seen me smile or laugh you’ve seen me. Most probably you will remember me.
My relation with my body is not perfect, but it works for me. Pretty much like being carded at 29 works, and that has already happened to me. I am glad that people I have seen last over ten years ago can pretty much say “You haven’t changed at all”.
Finally, the one things I don’t like about my body is when it hurts. One of the jokes I like says that if you are over (insert critical age here) and you wake up one morning and your body doesn’t hurt anywhere, then you must be dead.
