Postcards from the Imagination

Squashes! And it's not just a headline, it's a t-shirt (see below). In other words, ridicule for profit.

I weigh about 170 lbs., and I'm sick to death of living in a culture that notices--sick of seeing other people emotionally hobbled by a steady stream of messages telling them they're ugly or ridiculous, and of having to remain vigilant in order to avoid being hobbled myself.

One of my favorite lines in cinema comes from a film called Cléo de 5 à 7. A woman asks her friend, who models nude for a group of art students, how she finds the courage for it. Her friend replies, "My body makes me happy, not proud." I'll try to keep remembering that. My body is for my pleasure. My body is for my pleasure.