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, November 23, 2009
Good morning from Klein Texas
Today is going to be a good day... too bad that there is only sunshine in the forecast and a 98% chance of housework, but that is life.