I feel a new kind of freedom-
I thought this was like choreography-
a choreographed drawing-
The model was happy in her body-
which was liberating in itself-
a woman happy in her body.
The older I get the happier I am in my body.
I have embrassed my flaws (well, quite)
When I was seventeen I was bulimic. Bulimic, as a term didn't exist then, I think.
I took so many laxatives I created holes in my intestines.The doctors thought it was something else.
So I celebrate women happy in their bodies.
And I am one of them!!!Yay!!
And a treasury here!