I sat in on a friend’s class the other day. It was actually the last lecture of the semester, so many of her students were just a leeeetle bit zoned out. I, of course, was paying strict attention to the subject matter … except when I was ogling the unbelievable hairstyle of the girl seated in front of me.
She had taken her short bob and pulled it back into what can only be described as a sunflower of hair at the back of her head. Bobbypins and hairspray were definitely involved, as was a big heaping helping of SKILL. I was in awe.
Originally posted 2009-05-15 05:58:00.
I was about four years old when I settled upon my career choice: I was going to be a bellydancer. Many, many people were convinced that I must’ve meant BALLET dancer, but I assure you I did not. I had seen some footage of bellydancers on PBS and found myself completely mesmerized by their sensuous grace. And that sensuous grace was for me. I decided on the spot: That’s what I wanted. I wanted to be lithe and smiling and let my hips undulate to hypnotic drumbeats. I didn’t dance much on my own, or really gravitate toward physical activity, but it didn’t matter. My four-year-old mind fixated, and for a long time there was no arguing with me.
Originally posted 2009-04-06 06:04:00.
Reader G e-mailed me with this question:
What happens when your body has “betrayed” you by being ill? I really struggle with this. I often read that you should love your body for what it is able to DO rather than what it looks like (a sentiment that I agree with) but how can you do this if you are chronically unwell? I suspect that the answer lies in cultivating kindness towards oneself, whatever the situation, but it’s sooooo difficult.
I have no easy answers for this one. In fact, I’m not sure I have any answers at all. I spent most of my life being extremely, robustly, enviably healthy, but over the past few years I’ve dealt with some alarming and frustrating health scares, and been diagnosed with several incurable chronic ailments. And I’m angry. I’m angry that no one can help, that no one seems terribly interested in helping, that I’ve basically been told to suck it up and cope with these things that have diminished my overall quality of life, screwed with some of my most important relationships, and made me feel weak, damaged, and exhausted.
Originally posted 2011-04-25 06:12:57.