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Check out the latest post from "Wombat" at the "kissnblog" (by clicking the headline of this post).

To make a long, wonderful, joyous, fact-filled story short and sweet: Cellulite is gender- and genetics-based. And 85 percent of women have it.

Wombat claims that most men appreciate confident women, whether or not they have dimpled skin or extra pounds. I question this. But I won't argue, for now. I'll just enjoy the moment and refrain from kicking myself for not wearing a size "0" or having a flat tummy.

I still wish I lived in the day of Peter Paul Rubens. Bless you man, for painting real women. Not drug-addled, airbrushed ones. *sigh*

Time for breakfast. Care to share my Slim-Fast shake?

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FletcherDodge said…
Stop reading Cosmo and forget about trying to be a supermodel. You're married after all, and us married people are allowed to let ourselves go.
8:35 AM
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