Whole Hog
Why is it that when you’re trying to do something like LEAVE TOWN, everything goes a little NUTS? G. & I are on our way to the islands of Canada tonight and in the last 24 hours:
I spent nearly 4 hours trying to get my passport renewed, having discovered that it had just expired 3 months ago. Oh, that’s fun!
Ran to the post office when I discovered a Great Gals order hadn’t made it.
Ran BACK to the post office when I discovered our cat sitter hadn’t received our keys yet—so I had to mail another set to a local address.
Also discovering that a WELL of communications via e-mail has gone KAPUT!
All this and returning urgent phone calls, getting last minute gifts, cleaning our apartment so that it doesn’t resemble a big furry beast, and just trying to get out.
And then, there’s the pesky double chin. I keep discovering I have a big FAT double chin.
I don’t think I’m alone in saying I hate pictures of myself—the only ones I can stomach are the ones I take—although lately, not even this is true. Lately, a beautiful heaving piece of flesh has decided to take over in all my pictures—yes, you guessed it—the double chin. Occasionally “D.C.” has made its way into images—but is it that I’m getting older and/or fatter so that the DC is even more bountiful than usual?
When I was younger, I used to try to hide what I considered my faults with desperate shame—hoping and praying that they never leaked out. It was a desperate and scary way to live. I still sometimes slip into this way of living—but time and time again I see that if I am ever to GET OVER MY BAD SELF, I need to acknowledge and embrace that pesky place of WHAT IS; I need to embrace the sticky, yucky, and unattractive parts of me. Dang it! I mean, DANG!
Among my wide hips, my impatience, my bad spelling, my funny (ha!) grammar, my increasing inability to PARTY, I have at times a large double chin. The only thing to cure such blows to the ego is to go WHOLE HOG, I think. Luckily, I have a husband who is willing to go along the ride with me. Embracing WHAT IS is so much more fun with somebody else.
I don't know if I'll talk to you before then, but in case I don't, have a freakn' great Christmas. See you in Canada!
I spent nearly 4 hours trying to get my passport renewed, having discovered that it had just expired 3 months ago. Oh, that’s fun!
Ran to the post office when I discovered a Great Gals order hadn’t made it.
Ran BACK to the post office when I discovered our cat sitter hadn’t received our keys yet—so I had to mail another set to a local address.
Also discovering that a WELL of communications via e-mail has gone KAPUT!
All this and returning urgent phone calls, getting last minute gifts, cleaning our apartment so that it doesn’t resemble a big furry beast, and just trying to get out.
And then, there’s the pesky double chin. I keep discovering I have a big FAT double chin.
I don’t think I’m alone in saying I hate pictures of myself—the only ones I can stomach are the ones I take—although lately, not even this is true. Lately, a beautiful heaving piece of flesh has decided to take over in all my pictures—yes, you guessed it—the double chin. Occasionally “D.C.” has made its way into images—but is it that I’m getting older and/or fatter so that the DC is even more bountiful than usual?
When I was younger, I used to try to hide what I considered my faults with desperate shame—hoping and praying that they never leaked out. It was a desperate and scary way to live. I still sometimes slip into this way of living—but time and time again I see that if I am ever to GET OVER MY BAD SELF, I need to acknowledge and embrace that pesky place of WHAT IS; I need to embrace the sticky, yucky, and unattractive parts of me. Dang it! I mean, DANG!
Among my wide hips, my impatience, my bad spelling, my funny (ha!) grammar, my increasing inability to PARTY, I have at times a large double chin. The only thing to cure such blows to the ego is to go WHOLE HOG, I think. Luckily, I have a husband who is willing to go along the ride with me. Embracing WHAT IS is so much more fun with somebody else.
I don't know if I'll talk to you before then, but in case I don't, have a freakn' great Christmas. See you in Canada!
posted by Summer Pierre at
4:49 PM
4 Comments:
Oh lordy, Summer, I am laughing so hard I have tears down my cheeks and dripping off my seven chins!!! Ha!!! Lucian's dad emailed me a photo of myself from the other night and oh my god how can one person have so many chins? How? Well, you clearly know what I mean. Anyway, I showed it to Lucian and he said, without missing a beat, "Aw, don't worry, dad had the Chin Setting set on his camera. It's not really like that."
Ha. Ha ha.
Oh, and I just told Emmett what your post was about and he said, "Oh. Was she inspired by your chin?"
Ha. Ha ha ha.
The Chin, ie, the D.C. . . . I can so relate. Pictures of me are haunted by The Nose (frequently accompanied by The Shine, The Squint, and The Zit) and, lately, The Belly (also known as the Waist that Is Not)! Congratulations for embracing the Is. It's inspiring, though I have to admit I am still looking for how to activate the Waist Setting on my camera . . .
Summer you are SO precious! WE ALL have The Double Chin (that sneeks into picture to remind us of our common ancestory). Don't you realize it??? It's just part of being human. And that, I admit, sucks a bit. Your chin is beautiful!
Wat a minute, Lisa YOU have a double chin? I don't think so missy! But you are right, it is there to remind us of our ancestory. I think we should start a double chin friday in the blog world!
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