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Monday, December 05, 2005

INTO THE LOOKING GLASS

Growing up I always aspired to be Anne Welles, but worried I might become Neely O'Hara.

I wanted to glide thru life with perfect hair --- even during an overdose with highly orchestrated music, but that little voice always warned me that I might end up staggering thru the streets (Jack Daniels bottle in hand) bitching, "Boobies Boobies Boobies! Who needs 'em?" ...but as it turns out I'm not destined to the be the good kid turned lush, nor am I the good one with all the bad breaks -- and, while I may have come close to being a sex symbol of some sort a couple of times in life, I was never turned on too often.

No. I fear I may have turned out to the third chorus girl on the left during the rehersal scene just before Helen Lawson has Neely fired for singing too well. Yes, kids. I think I must be the one who takes the gray pills. But, that's OK. I am happy with who I am. I feel good in my skin -- and I keep it moisturized.

I wish everyone could feel a little better about themselves.

There is this sweet kid --- and he is a kid. In theory, I am old enough to be his father. But, he is an adult. He is just so cute. The other day he told me that he thinks he's ugly. I thought this was so sad. Of course, I told him that he was a doll and that if he could only see himself the way others see him. However, I am sure that this meant nothing to him. He thinks what he thinks. We all do.

I wish I could hold up a mirror so that everyone could actually see themselves. I guess I wish I could do the same. But, the key is to fight that inner voice that wants to make us doubt or feel shitty about ourselves.

Come on! Let's have a Glenn Close "Up With People" kind of moment! Like some cool dude in the 70's once said, "I'm OK. You're OK."

...now, get a grip!

2 Comments:

Blogger snarl71 said...

You and your Valley of the Dolls. Did you ever blog about that VOD party we threw? Where we tried to be clever and serve jello in little shot glasses with little pills (actually Good-n-plenties) inside? Problem was that the color wore off the good-n-plenties and ended up turning the jello funny colors?

As for the cute little boy...none of us see ourselves as others do. You're just as guilty as the rest of us, though (how many times have you complained about your nose, your weight, your hairline, etc....?)

Yet, you're still adorable to those around you.

...what's Glenn Close have to do with Up With People?

11:22 AM  
Blogger Lubin said...

I am so Anne Welles...

1:49 PM  

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