As we subject our swathed-in-sweatpants, bulked-up-on-stress-eating bodies to the gaze of other people, Alexander reminds us to look on un-svelte shapes with sympathy and respect.
We’re accustomed to thinking of nightmares as dreams that allow us to feel emotions we wall off in our waking hours, the surfacing of subconscious fears to the conscious mind. But we don’t have a corresponding word for dreams that bring joy.
So get over yourselves. We women have stories to tell.
Thank goodness for poet Lawrence Raab. In “My Life Before I Knew It” he says everything I wanted to tell my kids about heading off regret and seeing grace at work in your life.