Thursday, July 27, 2017
I have a few body parts that I have not been on speaking terms with since the eighties. However, for some reason last night I could envision my most hated becoming my best friend.
The belly. The gut. The rolls. The bakery. The flop stop. All of the above. I think she needs a better name than all that. Maybe Jazzmin.
I don't know what changed, but suddenly I could imagine her being a little less "hilly" and with a navel ring! For me, that's unheard of. I have spent my whole life finding new ways to roll the dough into denim girdles (a.k.a. "jeans") and now I can see myself growing to love her, maybe even as she is???
Okay abs...so it's you and me now. I am going to take care of you. And if you behave, you have some bling coming to ya'.
"If ya like then you better put a ring through it, if you like it then you better put a ring through it, oh oh oh..."