Dear Body 2012

A previous version of this post was published last summer, June 2011. By way of disclaimer, I might add that a week without make-up seems to be altering my sense of humor. :)

Dear Body-o-Mine,

When I was young and hairless and svelt, I was paralyzed by anxiety and modesty; thus, I hated you.

Now I am nigh on thirty-four, pruney, with a body thrice ravaged by childbirth; thus I am resigned to you.

However, based on what I’ve seen today at the beach . . .

when I become an old leather saddle

with tiny boobs that sag like a half- filled sandwich bag

with the anxiety of youth and the vanity of middle age far behind

. . . then I will befriend you, tattoo you, bikini you, and show you to the sun.

Just know, Body-o-mine, your day is coming. Wrinkle up Girl!

Love,

Katrina

 

Dear Katrina,

Our butt cheeks are hanging out of this bathing suit. No one wants to see that.

Love,

Your Body

P.S. Wrinkle your own self up, you ungrateful skinny Hag!

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2 Responses to Dear Body 2012

  1. Megan June 29, 2012 at 2:42 pm #

    Hahahaha! Thanks, Katrina!

  2. Becky June 29, 2012 at 7:18 pm #

    Ha! And in Italy they let it ALL hang out. Hopefully, you won’t go that far:)