Sunday, December 14, 2014

And This

When I was at the grocery store yesterday a magazine cover caught my eye. I took a picture of it.



So. Okay. I'm sixty. I have no need to work on self-acceptance any more, right? I suppose after fifty, one either has it or one never will.

I wonder if this had anything to do with my dream last night where I saw myself as very old and rather fat and surrounded by beautiful young women who were all being chatted up by beautiful men while I stood alone. Being very old and rather fat.

I guess I accept that. What choice do I have?



9 comments:

  1. I guess I accept that I don't always practice self-acceptance.

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  2. Sigh.
    Maybe they've just accepted that by the time they're 60, women are too sensible to accept magazines' crap anymore.
    That's probably not really it, though.

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  3. Honey, take a look at that hot man of yours. The men chatting up those women in your dream do not compare!

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  4. oh let the pretty young women deal with those young and immature handsome men. I don't have the patience for it anymore.

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  5. I love everyone's comments to this post!

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  6. Ironic that they want us to have self-acceptance and then use a computer to change the woman on the front from what she actually looks like.

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  7. I really am hoping that total self-acceptance one day just descends on me and that I won't have to work so damn hard on it.

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  8. I don't worry much about chatting up people--beautiful young women seem to be too much work. And tiresome in general. The women at the barn are nice but very privileged and not very intellectual. Oh well...just youth.

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