Some Thoughts on the Stomach

So I saw this kind of irritating movie written by the uber-couple of the indie author world, which was maybe only so irritating because it seemed like they kind of intended it to be autobiographical, like the Story of How Our Love Is Better Than Everyone Else's or something. And then afterwards, I went into the bathroom to pee (because I drank several cups of coffee and thus spent a good portion of the movie, say 1/3, thinking of how I had to pee like a mother) and all of the sudden I caught a glance of myself in the mirror in that wretched flourescent light. Which brings me to my point.

I want to be at an age where it doesn't matter if you're fat. Well, I don't know if that age exists, but at least I want to be at an age where you're not expected to be thin, when you're not thinking all the time how you'll never be able to say to your kids, man, I had the perfect body when I was 19, when you can just be a little chubby and wear socks with sandals and have greying hair and its all ok. I wish I were a really talented author, because then it doesn't matter if you're thin, doesn't really matter what you look like at all, because you have this talent that everyone wants or at least feeds off of and benefits from, and you only need a single good head shot in good lighting for the little picture on the back flap.