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, October 27, 2008
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All the kids are bathed, the house is clean. I have insisted the homework be done, now I am mean. Dinner was lean, we split an 8 oz steak 4 ways. With the recession / depress, we are looking at more lean days. I sort my recyclables, I bake my bread, and I boil my beans. I hope that I can teach my children to be lean.