The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."
I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres
Monday, July 10, 2006
Baby Steps downhill
driving myself crazy without a scales this summer, I gave up, gave in and bought a new set.
driving myself crazy without a scales this summer, I gave up, gave in and bought a new set.
