Get a room, you guys...................Griff and Faramond, I mean.
Body image is very weird, is it not? When I was younger, judging by the photo album, I had a very nice shape indeed. And yet, I have ALWAYS felt the same about my shape: inadequate. Why?
Now, in my 60's, you would think it wouldn't matter. Well, I gots news fer youse guys: it still does. I know a lady who's 80 and she's still worrying about losing that 'last five pounds'. It's absurd, but it's reality.
There seems to be no end of human folly surrounding the body. We alter it with surgery and tattooes and starvation, we make necks longer with layers of rings, we dye our hair and paint our nails and exercise ourselves into exhaustion. In the rich west we fight obesity. We still eat as if we had to work in the fields all day, and not only that, we have the entire world's produce laid out at the banquet. We can have meat every day, and many people do.
I used to like to wear perfume, as a matter of fact I liked "Joy". But I'm violently allergic to perfumes and it gets worse as I get older. An evening at the ballet, which I adore, is out of the question now because everyone is drenched in scent. Airplanes! They should be like hospitals and have a "no perfume" rule. Essential oils are no better, at least not for me. A friend brought me a vial of Jasmine from Hong Kong and I can't open it without choking up and I LOVE Jasmine. I don't like Lavender much, but it doesn't bother me, so I have Lavender sachets in my closet.
I use a honey-scented soap now and again, honey being one of the nice smells of the world that I can actually bear on my skin. Plain old Ivory soap is fine, and I like the smell. But it's very very hard to find unscented toiletries, such as deodorant and hand cream, etc.