What price do the Victoria’s Secrets Fashion Show models pay to be “flawless” as I heard the announcer say. While their heads were floating in the clouds via those gorgeous wings wasn’t their stomach growling like a bear just coming out of hibernation?
Instead of what do they eat it’s more a question of what they don’t eat. Certainly no ice cream. No cookies. Mashed potatoes with butter? No. Chocolate Fudge? No. Soda? No.
If I have to give up those yummies among many others I guess I will just stay the way I am and never get any wings. Darn and I was just a few bowls of ice cream, a couple of bags of cookies, a few pounds of fudge and several pots of mashed potatoes with butter away from my wings.
I had an epiphany in the grocery store one day . . . I looked at the flawless faces on the magazine covers and realized that I would NOT want to be them.
I know when people like me that they like me for being “me.” Those flawless faces always have to wonder if they are liked solely for their looks.
I suppose that is true. Ah but it was a pretty sight. Like a fairy tale. I didn’t see the entire show, just a little.
I have wings…they fly me over to the all you can eat buffet pretty regularly. Then they fly me home while I sit on my couch!