I See You’ve Managed To Get Your Nudes Out Again!
Today’s post is about Hubris: excessive pride. Posting nude photos from 20 years ago got me on the cover page of the Women section on The Huffington Post. Who knew all I needed to do was get naked? (Unfortunately they also put up the photo of Henry and I looking a wee bit like plump river rats at Lake Havasu.)
I’ve been thrilled to read the comments on the Post. Most people seem to understand the message which is Love Your Body Now, because when you look back 20 years hence you’ll wish it was still yours. I remind myself when I nitpick my appearance that in 20 years, when I’m 66, I’ll love the body I currently reside in. And the beat goes on.
All of this to say, due to my excessive pride, I’m posting a few more nudes. I’m chasing you down the street screaming, “Drop everything and look at my nudes! It’s all about me me meeeeeeeee!”
I will spare you any photos with nipples and, as my gay friend Jose calls it, “the boosh.”
Quick flashback to Jose viewing my nudes 20 years ago, “Hahny, what ees going on with that boosh? That boosh wheel feex the hole in the ozone layer. That boosh can replace all the oxeegen from the chop down trees in the Amazone. Can’t you treem eet? No one can get anywhere weethout a machete with that boosh!”
So here I am, for the last time (what do you mean you don’t believe me?), minus the boosh: