Sam Wilson... thoughts and stuff

Hi Body

Gosh, this is harder than I thought it would be. I find that, being a feminist who hates the idea of dieting and being stick thin and worrying about one's body all the time, while also being a woman who is NOT stick thin and worries about her body all the time... has left us kinda on non-speaking terms.

Which is so unfair. Because you've been so good to me. Have you seen our boys lately? Those strong little legs as they grow and grow and thump around the house? Those smiles, those trellis-climbing, mud-seeking missiles we built? Fuck, that was a good job, Body. Couldn't have melded that magic without you, that's for sure.

Sure, I am a bit pissed about the persistent tummy after the babies though. I mean, I didn't really get the whole apron stomach thing, until I actually GOT an apron stomach. And the breasts... well, I feel our love/hate relationship sits right there, by our heart, doesn't it? I find my breasts so embarrassingly huge, so out there, so... in everyone's face. But then I come home, and a kid jumps on me and nuzzles them nonchalantly, proudly - or I wear a low top and Dreas gets all eye-popped and smilely... and then I feel: 'fuck, yeah, Breasts."

I like our face, Body. I think it's pretty - not so pretty as to freak people out, but pretty enough for people to smile back at it with ease. And I do like our smile. Oh, and I quite like our hair too.

I also like that we are so bendy, Body. Being able to do a headstand on a whim, and sometimes even when drunk... that's no mean feat. And the whole hands flat on the floor when touching my toes thing is pretty cool.

Oh, and thanks for the orgasms. Those are a real bonus.

Can I sign off now? I feel very awkward. I know this wasn't particularly loving, but it's a start isn't it? Isn't it? What? Me, defensive, Body? Khuh. You're imagining it.

PS I can't believe Meagan made me do this. She is SO going to pay.