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She was so blonde she didn’t go water skiing, because she couldn’t find a lake with a slope!
SOMEONE
In this busy world it’s refreshing to find, Someone who still has time to be kind:
Someone who still has faith to believe, that the more you give, the more you
receive.
Someone Who’s ready by thought, word and deed, to reach out a hand in the hour of need.
~Helen Steiner Rice~
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Friends are like pillars on the porch:
Sometimes they hold you up and sometimes they lean on you.
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"Shopping for a bathing suit"
I have just been through the annual pilgrimage of torture and humiliation known as buying a bathing suit. When I was a child, the bathing suit for the woman with a mature figure was designed for a woman with a mature figure. Boned, trussed, and reinforced, those swim suits were not so much sewn as engineered. They were built to hold back and uplift and they did a darn good job.
Today, stretch-fabric bathing suits are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure chipped out of marble. The woman with a mature figure has little choice. She can either front up at the maternity wear department and try on a floral costume with a skirt and come away looking like a hippopotamus that has escaped from Fantasia - or she can wander around any run-of-
the-mill bathing costume departments and try to make a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of fluoro rubber bands.
What choice did I have? I wandered around. I made my choice and disappeared in to the small chamber of horrors known as the fitting room. I fought my way into the first suit but as I twanged the last shoulder strap in place, I gasped in horror. My bosom had disappeared. I found one cowering under my left armpit. It took a little longer to find the other -flattened beside my 7th rib. The problem is" today's suits do not have bra cups. The mature woman is meant to wear her bosom spread across her chest like a speed bump. I realigned my speed bumps and turned to the mirror to make a full-view assessment. The suit fit all right. Unfortunately, it only fit those bits of me willing to stay inside it.
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Seen & Heard:
Miss Wilson, I wish you wouldn't be so punctional!
Reflections from Karan:
My self-image has always been a little distorted, so when I read, “shopping for a bathing suit,” I could really relate. I have spent extended lengths of times in the “chamber horrors” (the fitting room) only to leave in tears, because I could not find anything that looked right. I would leave wishing I was taller, thinner, had a flatter stomach and no muffin top around my waist. Occasionally I even toyed with the idea of a major overhaul, from top to bottom. You know the kind, where they pull everything up, starting at the knees. (Somehow the image of my navel in the middle of my forehead, has kept me taking the final step)
I think God has a sense of humor too; after all, He made us. Have you ever stood naked in front of a mirror and quoted Psalm 139: 14a I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made” Personally, I have not been able to get past the fearful!
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Have a GREAT summer.
Lovingly,
Karan Gleddie
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