Small Girls' Solace
We took a family vacation to Zion National Park. I learned lots of things. My children can play well together when they have to do so. They don't need lots of toys/electronics. Eating junk food for a week will not kill you. Teaching kids the joy of hiking requires patience and love. Road trips can still be full of singing, laughing, I-spy-with-my-little-eye,"kids did you see that?" and just a little fighting to make you feel normal. As I walked along the hikes with a cross-section of America, I observed something. (If you are large breasted, you may want to skip this. This is the title portion of the piece.) The enormous typical middle-aged/older woman has got a lot of "girls" to carry around. As I looked at the pull of gravity and the need for super bras, I thought to myself, maybe it is just right to be small. For years, I have lamented my dresses that sagged and my swimsuits that gaped. However, I did not want to be those women trucking those things along. What a pain! It would take an act of God to make me droop. And no, don't wish that on me. If puberty and my flat twenties were painful, don't I deserve gravity defying middle-age?
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