My Name is Anne. I Am Not Barbie. Nor Will I Ever Be.

Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish. 

Isn’t that something? This whole Word Press Blogging World has little nudges to get you going?

Why not?

So…..Ummm….I’ve set my timer…..I haven’t posted in a few days…..so there must be posts percolating in this head of mine….I’ve only got 10 minutes….until 5:51 to be precise…..

And you know what – here’s what I’ve been thinking about.

Our bodies.

My body. This me. This me that I am constantly fretting over.

That I live in wonder of:

How it runs so far; doesn’t run far enough; is energized; is exhausted; is fit; is fat; is healthy; is sick; is never, ever, ever what I really want it to be:

Tall with long legs and big boobs like Barbie!

Isn’t that the MOST RIDICULOUS THING YOU’VE EVER HEARD?!?

So. You know. Writing that down. Here today. With the 10 minutes that I have. Is helpful.

We experience the entire world through our bodies. And yet, so much time is spent in our heads. Hoping and trying and worrying and thinking.

I want to love my body. Just the way it is today. Because. Wait for it…my body is me. I want to love me just the way I am today and tomorrow and so on and so forth.

Obviously. In order to do that:

I need to give up the dream, the taunt, that I will ever look like Barbie in order to love this five foot two me.

Holy Cow. It’s amazing what you can do with 10 minutes.

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