There's a reason I don't walk around my house naked. It's the same reason that I change my clothes as quickly as possible, with no mirrors in sight. I sure as hell don't wanna see me naked. Hard to believe anybody else does, but then, I always knew Wren was slightly crazy. Why do you think I started dating him? It takes crazy to handle living with me and my brood.
But, you know, I put my foot down when it comes to bathing and sex. Those are things that just require nudity. Also, golf lessons and driving to the gun range, but we won't go there.
Tonight I laid in my bed afterward, disgustedly analyzing my naked flesh. I really felt the need to complain about what I saw, but I get no satisfaction when I bitch at Wren. Even when I took his hand and pushed his finger repeatedly down on my stomach saying "squish! squish! squish!" he just laughed and told me I'm a goober. Rude, right? I believe only another woman could truly understand my anguish.
So I'm writing this letter to my body. Does that mean you shouldn't read it since you're not my body? Nah, go ahead. My body and I have no secrets.
What the fuck is wrong with you?! Ahem...I mean, hi, how are you doing? I apologize for interrupting your lovely evening and I am truly sorry I had to stop stuffing cheddar and sour cream potato chips (your favorite) inside of you long enough to write this letter. But your recent conduct must be addressed.
I realize that we just celebrated our 34th birthday, but that's really no reason for you to throw in the towel and give up. I certainly haven't. I mean, come on. What's with the run-away boobs? Boobs are supposed to be cute and perky, or haven't you heard that? When I lay flat on my back, they shouldn't try to run away into my armpits. Get some damn control over them before I call the boob-catcher to come in and wrestle them back into place. And nevermind Wren's whole "boobs don't sit upright like that without silicone." What does HE know? He's not the one laying here with nipples who surely must have had a fight because they're trying to get as far away from each other as they can.
And yeah, he doesn't understand the problems with the squishy tummy. Why is it that when HE gains belly fat, it's all hard and firm so that when he lays flat it could almost appear to be a firm, toned stomach, but the fat around OUR middle is all soft and squishy like a big old girdle made of marshmallow? Really Body. You can do better than that, can't you? You're not made out of JELLO for God's sake.
But I think the worst of it, really, is the stretch marks on the top of our thighs. Where the hell did you even GET those from? The stretch marks on our stomach I can understand. I mean, those 6 kids sleeping downstairs are clear evidence of those tummy stretch marks. But last time I checked babies were carried in the ABDOMEN, not in the THIGHS. I sure as hell don't remember getting kicked in the femur when we were pregnant, do you? No, I'm pretty sure that was the bladder and kidneys, which are in our STOMACH, not our legs. Did the stretch marks migrate when I wasn't looking? Do we have run-away stretch marks too? Did they just slide down and take up residence there? Am I going to wake up tomorrow with them on my kneecaps?
I'm sorry to be so abrupt about this, Body, but I'm a little bit fed up. How about we make a deal? I promise to continue to provide you with your Mountain Dew, Hostess cupcakes and Cheetos, if you promise to make some effort to pull yourself together. Just a little effort. Please?
Are my pleas falling on deaf ears? Are you currently laughing at my desperate attempts to bribe you into submission? Fine. How about a threat then?
Get yourself in shape soon or I'll FORCE you to get in shape and trust me, neither one of us wants that.
No? How about blackmail then? Ummm...oh! If you don't do as I ask, I'll distribute photos of your flaws all over the internet and...oh wait. Nevermind. I don't want that either.
Fine. Whatever. Hand me the freaking bag of chips.
Forever (unfortunately) yours,
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
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