Myself and two other females are sitting, waiting for the rest of the actors to show up for rehearsal. There is a large bowl of stove popped popcorn in front of us and we are going to town. This is my third serving of the night btw. And when I say serving, I mean a medium sized bowl that passed my mouth two times in my room and now again at our rehearsal.
As we chow down, of course the conversation changes to body image. The director has lost an inch off of her waist from turbo jam, my other girl just bought turbo jam to hopefully lose 10 lbs within 3 weeks, and I am coming to terms with my own body and food.
All of us ladies look damn good, but in different ways. We are all of different ethnicities and physical makeup. We have the Samoan goddess with her Rolling Field of a torso. Wide, voluptuous, and full. Then there is the beauty from the east with the cake top. An interesting tummy that goes out, in, and out again. Petite as ever with a stomach that is symbol of her delicate and tiny nature. And then me, a firm toned prego looking belly. Inherited from my father. A man who has always been well-built with a strong tummy that supported me when I was little child.
So many different shapes, with so many different judgements. But all have their own individual beauty. Own it, and enjoy it ladies.
Peace and Love with Kisses and Hugs
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