When I think of the term, Loving the skin you're in., I think about how we should love or at least accept ourselves the way we are when we're at our best. The contours of our nose, the size of our breasts, the shape of our eyes, our ears, the color of our skin, height, that little belly we cannot rid of, the pear or apple shape we inherited from our parents and the many other features of our body make us who we are physically. Of course, surgery is an option and I do believe it can be a positive solution to certain maladies but not all.

Loving the skin you're in shouldn't mean eating twice the amount of food not meant for human consumption while sitting on your duff except to walk to and from your car. It should go without saying that nourishing your body with rice cakes and lettuce is not healthy, either. The body is a temple and should be treated as such. To abuse it and then accept it's condition is foolish if you want to live a healthy, happy and long life. Not everyone in good health or even in optimum health will resemble a movie star and with busy lives it's important to be realistic when it comes your limitations as well as the limitations of others. Unfortunately, there is no airbrushing in the real world. Imperfections are reality.

If you have seen my photos you may have noticed that I am not necessarily a poster child for Gold's Gym. I had always been in great shape until I graduated from college and started working more than anyone should. I understand what it's like to work many hours, fueling up on coffee and sugar five times per day and then returning home in time to veg on the sofa in front of the TV with a plate of food on your lap before going to bed only to get up early and do it all over again. This, for sure, can wreak havoc on a person's health. Once I parted ways with this lifestyle I became healthy once again only to succomb to an unfortunate accident which left me unable to exercise for a long time. This time, despite not being able to be as active as I would have liked I continued to eat healthy and the body type in my photos is what I ended up with.

Obviously, I didn't feel uncomfortable with a softer, rounder, yet healthy body. It feels quite feminine and to me, I look rich, as in a lot of something good. Perhaps a European at heart, I have always found rubenesque women more attractive than the very skinny or heavily muscled women popular in the media today. To me, a fuller form seems healthier, more pleasing to the touch, more natural. Apparently I was not incorrect in this opinion as there are plenty of gentleman who appreciate a fuller figure on a woman. Regardless of my personal preference, I do believe every healthy body type should be celebrated. There is something to be said for a petite woman with a boyish figure, the athletic type, a more angular body type, as well as an ample woman in good health. The same can be said for hair color, skin color and culture. It doesn't hurt to explore, perhaps venture from your comfort zone and find out how the various body types feel in your hands, against your body, on your lips . . .

As much I've enjoyed my new figure over the past few years in addition to saving the gym fees and the time it takes to actually go, I need to get back to myself. I was given the green light this spring to begin working out as I once had. It's taken time to get back into it, and boy was it tough, but I feel wonderful. I had completely forgotten how amazing it is to move your body, sweat, relieve stress and build muscle. With each visit to the gym I am stronger, I have more endurance, I feel healthier, younger and sexier. I'm almost ready for an arm-wresting competition!

If you haven't seen me in a while I do look different, though not warranting a before and after photo right this minute. I expect to continue down this path and within the next few months I will update my photos. Always wanting to be upfront, I will tell you my photos are similar to how I look now but with a few differences: I am more toned, especially my arms and stomach; my waist, hips and thighs are narrower; and my hair is longer. Otherwise, it's the same me.

Kate

I've just started reading The Sexual Life of Catherine M. by Catherine Millet. I think the title speaks for itself. I have been meaning to pick it up for ages. Naturally, it's not available in the library and when I am buying books I completely forget (I need to keep a running list). During one of our last hot, rainy days at the (air conditioned) bookstore while looking though the bargain bin, I found a hardcopy for $4.99. What luck!

Admittedly, I am a mere 50 pages in but nonetheless I feel at peace reading her work. I suspected I would as I tend to enjoy the matter-of-fact, romantic nature of books written in other languages and translated into English. When they speak, it's simple, it's the way it is. There is rarely tiptoeing around what we Americans refer to as taboo subjects.

I have a lot to say about this book and the attitude it is written in. I will only mention language in this post. Ms. Millet uses various words for the different body parts and sexual acts. Unlike romance novels that refer to a woman's sexual organs as "her sex" or her "tender lumps" and men as "his manhood", she uses all the words available and not to startle her readers, but simply because words are words. Really, it's the context or tone which can cause a word to hurt, not the words themselves. I would be just as taken aback to be called a vagina as I would a cunt. Admittedly I would be perplexed if someone called me a vagina, but that's not the point. Why is it that we can't say these words, why are they so bad? Why do they make some people cringe? Why are we so obsessed with them? Why are they under our skin? Why do we consider them crass? Can a lady not say such words without being pegged as a woman of loose morals, lacking education and refinement or not being fit for marriage or children? My goodness, why such hype?

Cunt. Penis. Cock. Vagina. Vulva. Whore. Dick. Tits. There, I've said it. Big fucking deal, right?

Kate