Sheila is standing in front of a full length mirror taking a long, hard look at herself.
“You know Steve” she remarks,” I stare into this mirror and all I see is an ancient creature. My face is all creased and tired, my skin is wrinkled and my eyes have more bags than Paris Hilton on a transatlantic flight. My arms and legs are as flabby as jelly and my bottom looks like several deflated, popped balloons.
Observe my boobs – they droop so much that they hang to my waist. My body has just gone to pot.
She turns to face her husband and says “Dear, please tell me one good thing about my body so that I can feel a bit better about myself”.
Steve studies her critically for a moment and then says in a gentle, thoughtful voice, “Well, there’s nothing wrong with your eyesight”.
Aren’t men wonderful!
“You know Steve” she remarks,” I stare into this mirror and all I see is an ancient creature. My face is all creased and tired, my skin is wrinkled and my eyes have more bags than Paris Hilton on a transatlantic flight. My arms and legs are as flabby as jelly and my bottom looks like several deflated, popped balloons.
Observe my boobs – they droop so much that they hang to my waist. My body has just gone to pot.
She turns to face her husband and says “Dear, please tell me one good thing about my body so that I can feel a bit better about myself”.
Steve studies her critically for a moment and then says in a gentle, thoughtful voice, “Well, there’s nothing wrong with your eyesight”.
Aren’t men wonderful!
