"Mia’s view seemed to be that it wasn’t a good idea to trade on your looks at all if you could help it. Not for ethical reasons, but because she was very protective of her future self — she called her “Mia the crone” — and didn’t want her to get horribly depressed when people stopped letting her get away with things."
#record of memory
At camp we had a horseback director for a while, a woman you might call a broad, who later got married on horseback at a 4H barn. I remember once standing in the rec hall with my mother, listening while she chatted with this woman and her friend who was visiting for the day. The horseback director said something about wishing she had good legs. She said, “Sheila’s got great legs,” waving a hand at her friend.
This struck me as very important. I stared at the woman’s legs – tanned to a crisp, well-muscled and sturdy. These were good legs. Were they good legs? Did I have good legs? Until that moment I had no idea there was such a concept or that I should be paying attention to it. Good legs.
I finally got Instagram and I’m so excited! Follow for a million cat pics.