wretchedheathen

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

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a lovely and well-preserved body, but rather a skid to broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "WOW! What a ride!"

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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