A friend gave me an early birthday card: On it, an obese woman in a robe stood on the scales, her breasts pointing downward like two giant cones. The caption read: "Your body is a temple."
At one time, my body was a temple, an alabaster monument of toned flesh and muscle. Any more, that temple is more of a ruin. That once toned flesh and muscle has given way to flabby flesh and mushy muscles.
Age, time, and gravity took their toll, along with a fondness for cheesecake. As I've said before, I'm mostly okay with that. After all, even the Parthenon started to crumble.
Occasionally, though, I long for that temple of my youth. Ah well, bodily temples are overrated.
I saw a similar card saying on the front, "My doctor says I need to work on touching my toes." On the inside, "He didn't say what part I had to touch them with". I'm sure you can fill in the visuals.
ReplyDeleteOh my! What kind of friend would select a card like that?! I'm sorry! She has no class, evidently.
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