| Sarah from grade school is a cyber stalker |
| Thoughts |
| Written by Theresa |
| Thursday, 05 November 2009 12:17 |
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A recent email send me swriling "Back to the Future" style to grade seven. An innocent email through my website by a childhood friend turned in to a phone call and a pub date that I am looking forward to. Sarah cyber stalked me (her words) before she called so I had nothing to tell her about my goings on but she had lots of "stuff" about people I haven't thought of in years. For instance, she went to the reunion, I didn't. So she told me of the bald heads, paunchy potbellies and weight gain of our past. Who looked great, who was doing what, who has suffered illness. It so bizarre to think about any of these people having any of these troubles. People left behind in high school seem frozen in time, images of them in my mind stay put. They are all young and strong and popular, right? If it teaches me anything, this looking back, thing, it is to love what I have got! I was only a bit pudgy as a teen but, boy, did I hate my thighs ( and my hair, and my glasses...) Why didn't I know then how lucious and luminious my skin was? Why wasn't I proud of my thick, dark (if unruly) hair? If I had known then what it would feel like to hide the relentless grey hair and watch the crows feet walk across my face, would I have walked a little taller? Applying that principal to the future...what will I think of this post in 25 years? I am likely to think, "oh please, those were the good years, at least you had hair to color!" All this focus on body image and beauty, when its our health and happiness that really matters. One girl lost her husband to cancer, another had thyroid cancer herself, those are the stories we should be focusing on. Rejoicing in this moment of health for those who have it and happiness for those who are here. That thought alone is worth a raid of the halloween bag, I'm having kale for supper. |
