I wish I lived back in the time when plump bodies were the ideal of beauty. Not only would I have been beautiful, but my large post-baby breasts would be back up where they are supposed to be because of the lovely corsets I would undoubtedly be wearing…

Shoes are the very best accessory because they always fit and usually look good, no matter the size of your body. If my husband understood this he would stop asking why I need so many shoes…

My mom came home from Italy with a pair or red gingham pumps that will forever be the epitome of fashion to me…

Sometimes when I’m not feeling confident in my body, all I have to do is look at a Botero to feel my form is worthy of celebration…

Once when I was young there was a Botero sculpture exhibit in Chicago, and my brother and I got to climb gigantic bottoms and thick thighs…

If I lived in the 18th c, my Oreo cookie habit would appear on my body as a symbol of my wealth and success…

My mom never wore a bathing suit. She made it very clear that her body was not acceptable enough to enjoy the water. I make a point of ALWAYS putting on my bathing suit in front of my kids, even when I’m enormously pregnant and the only thing that fits is a giant polka dot swim-dress.

Published by imworriedmytherapisthatesme

I'm a history-PhD-turned-stay-at-home-mom of three. When I'm not microwaving Trader Joe's meals for my kids, breaking up fights and wiping butts, I like to paint and write. To cope with the endless hours I'm spending with my son doing virtual school, I've abandoned my gouache paints for the more portable, less messy tried but true, paper and ink. While he learns to read to 20 floating heads on his screen, I sit on a tiny chair, at a tiny table pretending to be a productive adult.

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