Christmas Jeer

I am back. I was going to take the day off (what else is new) but decided to share this tidbit. I am really going to come off as shallow here, but that may be exactly what I am. For some strange reason, on Tuesday, I went to the mall (Yorkdale) with my wife. It was busy with those Boxing Week shoppers and other assorted bits of what loosely may be called humanity.

We were wandering around the mall when I was, she too, struck with the sight of a fat chick, or to be politically correct, heavy set, corpulent, Rubenesque young woman. She was wearing what looked like a baby tee, though it could have been an XXL tee for all I know, with her white gut, belly?, hanging down over the top of her pants. I look at my wife and she at me.

The first thought is you do have to hand it to her, walking around, proud, letting it all hang out, so to speak. She does not seem to have a body image problem. She does not have a problem with her body, that is great.

The second thought, and most important, is that she may not have a problem with her body, but I do. Nobody, least of all me, needs to see that much flesh, or hers anyway. It kind of made you, or at least me, wish she did have some sort of body image problem.

Oh well, that is the scene from the mall! Ciao!