It’s interesting to me how we adopt certain roles with certain people.
For example, if a woman in her early 50s of a certain age is wearing a bathing suit skirt at the beach, and kind of smacks her thighs, muttering something like “ugh, I hate my old lady legs,” what she wants to hear back is directly connected to to whom she is speaking.
From her best friend: “I know, right? It’s all down hill from here. Pass me another wine cooler.”
From her personal trainer: “Well let’s see what we can do about that.”
From her husband: “Your legs are beautiful. They have carried you through graduate schools and pregnancy and all over the world. You should wear every freckle and dimple and bit of wrinkled skin with pride and joy.”
And the most interesting thing is, THESE ARE MOSTLY NOT INTERCHANGEABLE.
Just sayin’.
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