Hey, possums

It’s late, and I am winding down with an episode of Oprah circa 2008. And I was looking, of course, at her outfit and body (which I think is sexy and ripe). And some thoughts just came into my mind.

Dear Ms. Oprah

I will try not to go too Eckhart Tolle on you…

Ms. Winfrey, you have amassed a great fortune, you have beautiful homes, you have dear friends, you are influential and your audience loves you.  You are now in your fifties and your body image deserves to have a break !

You may not see what I see. But, I see you.

You look amazing! You may not recognize yourself anymore. I don’t even recognize myself. Some areas stick out a little more, some flap in the wind, and some even make sighing sounds! But, the core of you hasn’t changed. I could close my eyes and listen to the T.V. and still FEEL, the essence that made me want to trust you from the very beginning.

When you look at yourself in the mirror, remind yourself of your inner beauty, I do.

Some people need to have their nails done, or their weave did. And others need to have an important talk with themselves in the mirror and/or read affirmations. You do whatever you have to do to keep going.

You do you.

That’s what helps me. By doing things this way it keeps me gentle with myself.

I used to hate my stomach! I remember times that have involved myself and a saleslady rolling around on the floor as she pulled up and I stuffed in my belly in the girdle. GOD love her!  And oh my poor and detested thunder thighs! That was until, I was with a lover and he complimented on how strong they were as I wrapped them around him. He called them, “horse-thighs” !  And although, sometimes my stomach makes noise while it slaps against the stomach of another as we make love, it makes us both laugh. It reminds me of our intimacy and the fact that I am so much more than what he sees. And what I see of him.  I remind myself that it is my heart of my soul and imagination he is after.

Is it not only the heart of my soul and imagination left when all else falls away?

So do I hate any part of myself?

Not anymore. I am too tired. When you embrace this thought it is freeing.

It started when I asked myself the question-”If I am so accepting of others, why can’t I accept myself?”  I have spent years giving my trust away to bad people without having them gain it. I should have realized the one person whom should have the trust come to them so easily should have been myself.

I know this lead to my breakdown.  I look back (just a few times a year) and have to embrace all of those “tender moments” of going through the daily obstacles on the road of becoming sure of myself.

I praise GOD that I are still feeling. Praise GOD that I am still here.  Praise GOD that you still have connection to HIM to shower the world with your many ideas. And I will praise GOD for all those “tender moments”.

From one “present” woman to another “present” woman.

Lucresia Linton

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