Bulge: (n) a rounded swelling or protuberance that distorts a flat surface.
She smiled at the camera and said, “It is very important that you are proud of your body.”
I waited. I paused to see if she would laugh–because I immediately giggled.
Now, this may cause some thin people who make their living in physical fitness to weep, but I happen to believe that no good has ever come out of anyone standing in front of a mirror with their naked body, admiring.
There’s something beautiful about being aware of your status, lackings and bulges. Matter of fact, I have only one major goal and it’s really quite simple:
I try to diet and maintain my weight so that my bulge does not open a secondary office on top of its friend–because “bulging on bulge” is a real danger. Anyone who’s ever had a bulge will understand what I’m talking about and anyone who’s never had a bulge should probably eat tarantula turds and die.
Well, maybe not die … just spend more time smiling at themselves in the mirror.
And please leave me the hell alone.