It’s warming up here in Tucson—very soon we’ll be in the triple digits. This means swimming pool time. I dug out my collection of swimsuits (a whole other story) last night, tried them on, and promptly had a mini-heart attack. And that was just looking at the front of me in the mirror. There’s no way I’m going traumatize myself by trying to see my other side.
Edvard Munch’s The Scream, National Gallery, Oslo
Then I remembered a photo I took of the rhinos at the zoo during my Flat Avery project a couple of weeks ago. Talk about really big butts!
And my friend Donna sent an email with this photo. Don’t look if you’re squeamish!
Suddenly I’m feeling okay about wearing a swimsuit again.
Have a happy weekend and remember you are perfect just as you are right this very minute.