At least that's what it felt like as I was walking away. For the first time since I woke one morning all "developed" as my mother called it. (I called it getting side swiped by puberty so hard my future grandchildren felt it.) And for all you women that wish for bigger... assets...trust me when I say this: you have no idea what you are asking for.
Let me give you a snapshot of how life is for someone like me: People stare. All the time. And its aggravating. Upon meeting a new person, your eyes are always the second thing they see. Old men wink at you at the grocery store. The pizza guy loses all sense of how to make change. And prudish old ladies give you bad looks. Even your friends stare! You can forget pretty little tank tops with whisper thin straps too, because unless they're made of the web of Spider Man, you are in trouble...
Ever have one of those days where every time you turn around you are faced with people dealing with tough situations? I've definitely had one today. It started out with a visit to a Charleston hospital to see a family member that recently underwent major surgery. While there, I watched said family member handle pain, needles, and discomfort with gumption and grace and I couldn't fathom how they did it.
I saw tiny little babies, that were just fighting to live another minute, children that looked like pros at the hospital thing because they had obviously spent a great deal of time there, a mother of twins that sat alone in a waiting room while one of her babies went through surgery, and I thought to myself: I have no problems.
On the way home, I passed houses that looked dilapidated beyond reason yet people were living in them, cars that had seen their best days years ago yet people were driving them, and suddenly I was aware of others around me, and I thought again, I have no problems....(you can kind of see where this is going I'm sure)..
So when I got home and logged on to my computer, in my warm house, with my health and mind and all that, and I saw stories of people paying rent to live in cages, yet another shooting, etc I was faced with the fact that, once again, I do not have any problems.
Not ones like what others are facing anyway. I have my health my mind, a roof, a bed, a full stomach. I may not have all I want, but my needs are met for sure and that's way more than a huge percentage of the world’s population dose. Anybody remember that scene at the end of the Princess Diaries (2001) where Mia, played by a up and coming Ann Hathaway, gave a little speech at the ball about how she had come to realize just how selfish she was? She said something about counting the times a day she said the word "I" and even though it was a Disney movie, the sentiment isn't that off...how many times a day do I say the word "I"?
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