Miss Present: 365ideas4change Number 77

She strutted past me tonight, as green leafy things flopped from my fork to the white plate below. Chattering to her girlfriends – their mouths moving over the sound of the radio station being played inside the cavernous fake night – the bank of black swans cruised through their mating rituals in the safety of their treasured habitat: the shopping mall.

Heels strapped to her feet as nails to a rubber band, leather thongs achingly flexing their complaints with each step, she teetered across cobbles shiny with fake Italian rain. Elbows tight into her waist, fingers splayed at the ends of midnight nails, Dolce and Gabbana containing her life in the crook of her right arm, her hair glinted dark-blue in the neon light.

Apricot T-shirt, apricot pants, charcoal cinch waistband broader than her thighs. Starkly, black on orange, the letters FOMO were assaulted by the efforts of her generous chest to escape its confines. The roll of flesh under her breasts broke over her waistband with the delight of a wave crashing on a shore.

Effervescent, streaming abundance in her wake, I couldn’t help muse to my carrot stick: “Who is missing out?”

About Julie Courtnage

With training in environmental science, I facilitate 'naked conversations' about sustainable wellbeing. Using facilitation techniques, systems thinking, art, music, writing, movement and photography, we explore the active creation of our uniqueness - personal and collective, as individuals, organisations and society - and our relationships with others, with sustainable wellbeing, and with genuine happiness. This journey of creation is a journey of Love. And fun.
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