I went to pick up Boy and when he got into the car he was so excited. He had a great night at Boy Scouts. The paraphrased version of that conversation: "Me make fire!" We high-fived each other. I told him about my inner conflict with Moana and we high-fived again. TEN!!! The Perfect Number.
Speaking of 10, do you remember the old Dudley Moore and Bo Derrick movie? When you think of the perfect body is that what you imagine? I guess that depends on what generation we are talking about. I recently read an interview with 80's sex symbol Kelly LeBrock. It seems she went into hermits-ville after her divorce to hubby, Steven Seagal. She can now be found shoveling manure and cleaning her own pool on her ranch. She says with all the "do it yourself" work, she hasn't had to "work out" in seven years. I say she's been working out mucking the pigs and horses!!!
I also say these unrealistic expectations on myself are not healthy or even mentally healthy. I will not look to Hollywood and define myself or some 70's or 80's movie. I will not look at others and think "I can achieve that." I am Strawberry and I am perfect just the way I am. Moana would like a little less of me while still satisfying her ice cream cravings! I can live with that as long as the ice cream satisfaction is once in a while and not every day!!
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