I recently had another lesson in just how much we have all
come to depend on our cell phones.I
don’t know about you but my phone seems to have become an extension to my arm –
it’s always there.My teenagers are just
as bad.Every conversation with them
these days seems to happen by text.
A couple of weeks ago, I was at a local shopping centre with
my uncle and he was waiting at a cash register to pay for a purchase.I needed to go to the washroom so he said to
go ahead and he’d catch up to me.
Sounds simple, right?Well, when I came out of the washroom, he was nowhere to be seen.Since he’s from out of town and didn’t know
the shopping centre well, he ended up wandering in the wrong direction.
No problem; I just whipped out my trusty phone and then…….
froze.You see, he’s a little bit out of
the loop technologically and doesn’t carry a phone in his pocket.
I must have looked like a deer in the headlights standing
there with a phone in my hand with no clue what to do.When was the last time that I went anywhere
with someone who doesn’t have a phone in their pocket?He had dropped me off at the door earlier and
then parked the car so I didn’t even know where the car was to go meet him.
I haven’t had a problem like this in YEARS!Back in the day, when you were temporarily
separating from someone in a public place, you would synchronize your watches
and decide that you would meet in a certain place at a certain time and you
made sure that you were there because there was no way to let the person know
where you were.Nowadays you both go do
your thing and then call each other on the trusty cell phone to decide where to
meet.I don’t even own a watch anymore!
This story did have a happy ending.The mall wasn’t a big one and I managed to
find my uncle without calling in a search party.
It wasn’t so long ago that the thought of having a phone in
your pocket so that you could be constantly in touch with people was unheard of
but now we take it for granted so much that someone without a phone in their
pocket is the odd one.
Don’t worry Uncle K, you may be the odd one but we love you
Last weekend I read Fat Girl Walking by Brittany
Gibbons.I’ve been following Brittany
through her blog, Twitter and Instagram for a while now and have admired her
boldness, confidence and her beauty.I
used to think “wow, she must have had quite some upbringing to have such
confidence and self-esteem” because, really, that’s something that most women
have trouble with regardless of their dress size.
Well, guess what; she has those issues too.Who’d of thunk it?!You’d never know it, looking at her bikini
pics on Instagram, but she has all of the same self-esteem and insecurity
issues that I do.She has had the same
issues with clothing, taunting, shaming; been treated poorly by guys.Sadly, the things that she went through with
teenaged boys are the same things that I’ve experienced with grown men.Do they ever grow up?
This lady is just like me, you and every other woman who has
ever looked at her body and said “Ugh!” yet, she has found way to live with
this and still shine.If she wasn’t such
a bad lesbian (you gotta read the book), I’d be in love with her.
The difference between Brittany and me is that she has found
a way to look past her own insecurities and see herself in a positive
light.That’s what this book is about;
her journey to seeing herself in a good way and giving herself permission to
shine.I try but tend to fall short,
more often than not.She is definitely
Anyone who has struggled with their weight throughout their
life will find themselves nodding at so much of what she says and, hopefully,
will walk away with a new perspective. We owe it to our daughters to obliterate the current harsh language that we use to describe ourselves and, perhaps, open the discussion wherever we go about what real beauty is.