I was standing in line at the grocery store yesterday when the latest issue of Star Magazine caught my eye. The cover said "Stars Lose Fight with Cellulite" and showed a number of people with dimple-covered thighs. Intrigued, I picked up the magazine and found the photo spread inside. Guess who has cellulite? Britney Spears, Heidi Montag, Kate Gosselin, Gayle King, Hillary Swank, Kelly Clarkson, Katie Holmes and Jennifer Aniston. Really, all of those beautiful, thin women have cellulite?
This revelation started the wheels spinning in my head. CELEBRITIES have cellulite, and I have cellulite, and many of my friends have cellulite. Could it possibly be that MOST women have cellulite? Shocking!
I am well aware of the negative messages the media has been sending us about beauty. I commend companies like Dove for taking a stand. Their "Campaign for Real Beauty" is about teaching young girls to be self-confident. They are committed to using "real" models in their ads, not the size 0 model that we often see in magazines. I love their film that shows how a very average looking woman is turned into a billboard supermodel. http://www.dove.us/#/features/videos/default.aspx[cp-documentid=7049579]
Despite the fact that I know all of this, I have always felt I got the short end of the stick (cellulite speaking). According to The Health Guide online, though, over 90 percent of women in the industrial world have cellulite. (http://www.thehealthguide.org/cellulite/there-is-a-large-percent-of-people-with-cellulite/) Apparently, being part of the industrial world is where I went wrong! If only I had been born somewhere in the rain forest of South America...
So, this summer, I'm taking my cellulite covered thighs to the beach, where I will be introducing them to a whole bunch of other cellulite covered thighs. If Jennifer Aniston and Katie Holmes have cellulite, then what the heck am I worried about? Although, maybe THAT is the reason Brad left Jen. I'll have to check into whether or not Angelina Jolie has any cellulite. She's probably in the 10 percent, but we won't judge her for being so abnormal!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
She said what???
As a mom of two young children, I am well aware that kids often say completely embarrassing things out of pure innocence. I wasn't phased when my 2-year-old son declared loudly, "That man is black," on the way out of a restaurant one day. I calmly explained that, while he is African-American, it is not necessary to comment on the color of someone's skin. I wasn't shocked when that same child pointed out that I had a large pimple on my face. Thanks, but mommy is well aware of her pimple. Naturally, kids comment on the world around them without any judgement or ill-will.
I am prepared for all sorts of comments, but not for what I thought I heard last week. I was co-hosting a baby shower for a friend that already had her baby. I volunteered to hold the 2-month-old while the mom got some food to eat. Adelaide spied me from across the room and started whining. Arms raised in a "pick me up" gesture, Adelaide hurried over to us. Unable to pick them both up, I sat down on the couch and tried to talk to Adelaide about the baby girl I was holding. Adelaide reached for her and said, "I want to k____ her." It wasn't completely clear WHAT she wanted to do to the baby, I asked if she wanted to kiss her. "No, I don't want to kiss her, I want to k______ her."
"You want to what?"
"I want to k______ her," Adelaide said again. All during this conversation, Adelaide kept grabbing at the baby. I could not figure out what she was saying, but it sounded a lot like "I want to kill her." Just as Adelaide and I were having this back-and-forth conversation, baby's mom walked up. Once again, Adelaide said the unthinkable.
"I want to kill her."
The more she said it, the clearer it sounded. My friend pretended not to hear the same thing, but I was mortified. Unsure of what to do, I told my friend that it sounded like Adelaide was saying she wanted to kill her. Where would my sweet and innocent little girl have learned such a thing? My mind was spinning--what had she watched, who had she been around, how did this happen, and how do I get through this incredibly awkward situation?
I stopped letting Adelaide talk and just started cooing over the baby. Isn't she cute, Adelaide? Look at her little fingers. Oh, she has a giraffe on her jammies. Isn't it cute? After a couple minutes, baby's mom walked off again. Just in time, too, because Adelaide then started asking me to put the baby on the ground. Not again, I thought. Why does she want the baby to be on the ground? Feeling like a horrible mother with a jealous little daughter, I decided to return the baby and put this conversation to rest. Just then, Adelaide said it one more time...
"I want to carry her!"
"You want to CARRY her?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to carry her!" My little girl didn't want to kill the baby, she wanted to carry her! She wanted the baby down on the floor so she could play with her! She is a loving little mom, not a homicidal toddler! I wasted no time finding baby's mom and letting her know what Adelaide really said. She laughed--obviously not very concerned. I, on-the-other-hand, felt complete relief. My little angel's good-nature was still in tact. Thank goodness!
I am prepared for all sorts of comments, but not for what I thought I heard last week. I was co-hosting a baby shower for a friend that already had her baby. I volunteered to hold the 2-month-old while the mom got some food to eat. Adelaide spied me from across the room and started whining. Arms raised in a "pick me up" gesture, Adelaide hurried over to us. Unable to pick them both up, I sat down on the couch and tried to talk to Adelaide about the baby girl I was holding. Adelaide reached for her and said, "I want to k____ her." It wasn't completely clear WHAT she wanted to do to the baby, I asked if she wanted to kiss her. "No, I don't want to kiss her, I want to k______ her."
"You want to what?"
"I want to k______ her," Adelaide said again. All during this conversation, Adelaide kept grabbing at the baby. I could not figure out what she was saying, but it sounded a lot like "I want to kill her." Just as Adelaide and I were having this back-and-forth conversation, baby's mom walked up. Once again, Adelaide said the unthinkable.
"I want to kill her."
The more she said it, the clearer it sounded. My friend pretended not to hear the same thing, but I was mortified. Unsure of what to do, I told my friend that it sounded like Adelaide was saying she wanted to kill her. Where would my sweet and innocent little girl have learned such a thing? My mind was spinning--what had she watched, who had she been around, how did this happen, and how do I get through this incredibly awkward situation?
I stopped letting Adelaide talk and just started cooing over the baby. Isn't she cute, Adelaide? Look at her little fingers. Oh, she has a giraffe on her jammies. Isn't it cute? After a couple minutes, baby's mom walked off again. Just in time, too, because Adelaide then started asking me to put the baby on the ground. Not again, I thought. Why does she want the baby to be on the ground? Feeling like a horrible mother with a jealous little daughter, I decided to return the baby and put this conversation to rest. Just then, Adelaide said it one more time...
"I want to carry her!"
"You want to CARRY her?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to carry her!" My little girl didn't want to kill the baby, she wanted to carry her! She wanted the baby down on the floor so she could play with her! She is a loving little mom, not a homicidal toddler! I wasted no time finding baby's mom and letting her know what Adelaide really said. She laughed--obviously not very concerned. I, on-the-other-hand, felt complete relief. My little angel's good-nature was still in tact. Thank goodness!
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