Sweet Words

 

As the years have gone by so has my youthful body. The past week brought out the worst cravings and eating habits I have encountered in a long while. Every night I reached for a glass of wine or something containing a hint of alcohol. No i am not worried about being an alcoholic and it was typically a short white wine spritzer. I can take it or leave it, just reaching for a little relaxer in the wine. Along with the alcohol I seemed to pair it with chocolate or something sweet in nature. I even found myself craving Taco Bell for my first meal of the day at 11:30 am. Could my taste buds be needing these things since I barely smoke 2 cigarettes a day now? The week did bring at times feelings of depression, due to the gloomy rainy weather. I hope the new week brings the sun and fewer rain showers, just for a little while.

I am watching TV with the Man one evening aware of the eating habits I had formed during the week. He kindly asked if he could get me anything while he was up. Here I sit with a glass of wine and I asked if he would bring me the chocolate. Smiling, for he has witnessed me eating chocolate nightly, I promised the diet would begin Monday. Sweet words rang from his mouth as he informed me that I had nothing to worry about and he didn’t want me to change a thing for he likes the extra pounds and my new shape and he was certain I would eventually figure that out for myself and not fret so much about it. Sweet right “I don’t want you to change a thing I like your shape.” these words resonate to me daily when I see this new shape in the mirror and somehow my body image isn’t so bad. I wonder about the days of the past when a cherubic shape was a sign of wealth and men lusted for the plumpness of a woman, the fullness of the breast and the roundness of a well shaped derriere. Is this his lust?

Men did love the Mona Lisa I can’t tell you why, but she has been described as a thing of beauty. I now am becoming one of these renaissance paintings brought to life. Thought I might duplicate one of these paintings hang it where I can gaze at the beauty of what it means to be really a woman and no longer a girl.

                     for this is beauty abound.

Don’t you agree??????