Bod: (n) a body or physique.
Methinks I protest too little.
Yes, all my life I have joked about my appearance to the amusement of audiences, never really feeling diminished by being unable to be part of the chosen few who are considered to have “a good bod.”
Alphabetically, the front my body resembles the letter O, and sideways, a B. (That in itself, you see, is a bit of comedy at my own expense.)
I’ve been told by those who consider themselves to be psychologically astute, that such self deprecation can be harmful and disguises a hidden pain.
But … not really.
If there were no mirrors in the world and I was speculating on my appearance, then perhaps a case could be made that I needed to have greater generosity of spirit toward my own visage. But since I know what I look like and I realize that it falls outside the parameters listed for “leading man” or “stud,” there seems to be a healthy need to be realistic and use what I have to the best of my ability, without feeling that I need to place it in a better frame.
Yes, my picture is somewhat frameless.
But considering that, I’ve been blessed by quite a few women, who decided to look beyond my faults and see my need. Or my benefit.
So methinks I protest just enough.
And to these ladies aforementioned, I am most grateful that they helped me discover all the pleasures and joys on the romantic menu.
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