Gotta do this, you know I do. We celebrated International Girls Day and those faces, those faces of gorgeous children were enough to make me wonder–why we can not figure out how to cherish all children? Let’s give them equally imperfect, but loving places to grow from. Let’s give them a shot at enjoying this big confusing life. I know, if we grown ups knew how to play nice our children would be fine. But sometimes I want to shake my head imagining the answers to a healthy world of children, to be simple, and the fixes clear as a recipe on the back of a cake mix.
As a reaction to the malaise brought on by problems too big to solve in one day of blogging, I’ve decided to lighten the mood. Here’s some typical First World dreckitude, or crap I ponder, when not delving into politics, shame and parenting – check this gorgeous plus-size model rocking a belly roll, a slight muffin top and some pretty bracelets.
The comments that went with the photos were informative — for instance, I didn’t know that size 12 is considered plus-size. That means I’ve been plus-size, on and off, forever. I’ve been grappling with that newsflash all day. Well, each time I took a break from the mistreatment of children , or the fear a Romney/Ryan presidency evokes: Some worries (here’s a hint, the size of my ass does not matter) matter, and some don’t matter a single global iota.
An aside: Australian Cosmo published these pics, but don’t be lulled into thinking there’s an Australian revolution regarding attitudes toward women. The prime minister of Australia was attacked the other day, proving pictures of women with muffin tops are preferable to women with voices. Still, progress is progress.
(Image: Australian, Cosmopolitan)