Child At Heart

I usually like to write to you early in the week. I sit in my little corner with my little café in my little ceramic mug and pop my little glasses on my nose and have my little dog come curl against me, the perfect impersonation of who I have always wanted to be in my life, Lauren Hutton.

Never met Lauren Hutton. No idea who she is really. So this is my idea of Lauren Hutton. You know? Sharp, beautiful, sexy, irreverent. 

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This Monday, I had written a letter about our emotions, our bodies and our weight. I went at it like a mission. A lot of you had asked me about it. And, my friends, I aim to please.

Writing on Monday gives me time to think and contemplate my text, and by the time I post late evening Friday, I am pretty clear with it. But this week, I just wasn’t at ease with my writings. 

And finally this morning, as I was journaling, I understood what the problem with my story was. It lacked context. I started thinking about all the things that brought me to a place of a better under…