I get into the office, check my email and lo and behold I have an email that raises the question: “Are you big and beautiful? Join today!”
First off I need to recognize that my spam filter is for shit!
There I go again, making excuses and not really facing the honest to god truth. My feelings are hurt. In fact, I am deeply saddened and envious all at the same time. And here I was trying to blame the spam filter. God I am so pathetic. Just face the truth Marina!
No email, I am nowhere near big and beautiful.
How often do you like being reminded of what you’re not? Never right?!?!
And do you want to be reminded of dreams that you will never accomplish?
What do I mean?
Well I’ll never reach my dream of being big and beautiful in a rap video. Only the biggest and beautifulest reach that aspiration. Only the biggest and beautifulest get to shake their dairy aire in a big fashion splashing it all over the camera.
Somewhere, somehow I am going to have to dig deep. Really deep. And accept (I can’t even say it!) that I am just regular skinny and plain. There is no junk in this trunk. There is no whip in my hip. There is no cooties in these boobies. It’s just so …. hard to swallow.
There will be no flashy cars and lights for me. There will be no glitter and show for me. I will always be watching the video and will never be in it. Ouch!
So email, as I linger over the delete button. I will eventually (sooner rather than later) accept that I will not be part of that club. I apparently lack the beauty and the meat required to fit your request.
I bid thee well.