The girls at the counter pointed at the tabloid. “That’s a fake butt- if I ever saw one.”
Smiling I leaned in. This was going to be good.
“Well.” The red head said pointing to a magazine near the checkout counter, “Look at those fake breasts.”
Giggling the blonde added, “You just never know…real or augmented….”
They looked in my direction and nodded after confirming my breasts were too petite to be fake and my rear – to imperfect to be augmented.
Truth and butts?
Truth and breasts?
All I could think about after I paid for my organic cauliflower was my own delusional drive for perfection. Oh, I’ve been there- wanting to be perfect in mind, body and word and deed.
How is it I got so mixed up? How is it I bought into the lie that perfection was possible for someone with as small of breasts as me?
I have no idea. But somewhere along the way this rear end of mine along with my mind decided that if I was just a little better, smarter, richer, more connected, funnier ( how could that be?), cuter….( you get the ego centric drift?) I’d be SOMEBODY….instead of little ole non augmented butt – me.
Mostly I lie to myself.
And needing to be more perfect use to be one of the most frequent lies I told myself.
Talk about falsies.
Let the truth hang out.
And let it begin with me dealing with this notion of PERFECTION being the path to SUCCESS or SOMEBODYNESS.
I don’t need to be GOD to be something special or even a goddess..I just got to tell myself the truth and play all out honestly with what I’ve got and who I be…
Be you. Regardless of the temptation to become somebody else…just be the best you – possible. That’s all any one- especially God – could ask for
Thank you Lord for reminding me truth isn’t always what we see…but rather well below the skin and harder yet to detect when it’s masquerading as improvement that’s really an obsession to be perfect and god like…Let me come clean with all the lies I sometimes tell myself…like I need to be better…more perfect and altogether different – to be someBODY…
Truth and butts, truth and breasts or truth and myself?
Photo by Andrew Malone