Recently I decided to change some things in my life. Instantly a couple of friends told me to
jump out of my comfort zone. Like at any advice I first went against it, but then I changed
my mind and did a careful step into this direction.
Obviously the first step had to be starting a profile at a dating website. I don´t go deeper
into this. That will be another story to tell. But one thing I saw there inspired me to write
Every member of this site gives a personal statement in his profile, next to several questions
to answer. One man - no, he is no sexsymbol nor is he superatractive - wrote this:
“...to all the women: if you status your body as “regular” and you are overweight that's a lie!
Telling your blond and are dyed grey, that's a lie! Don't waste my time!..”
And of course he went on.
First I was irritated, didn't know exactly why. I did something else, was distracted and than I
got it: How do you decide what a “normal or regular body” is supposed to be?
Yes, my BMI is higher than recommended. Yes, my hair is grey but not dyed! I have cellulitis,
wrinkles around my eyes and some scars. But honestly, I am pretty satisfied with my body.
It does a pretty damned good job! Carries around my brain (hard enough) and gave birth to
I know every bump and every dent, know which accident lead to which scar. I know where my skin is soft as velvet and where it's rough. My body gave a lot of love and received love.
It is still capable to give and receive love.
It can create art. …...
MY BODY TELLS THE STORY OF MY LIFE!
So I think my body deserves that their stories are told and that is what I'm going to do.
Let's start with my eyes...
They´ve seen a lot. Some things I wanted to see and a lot I wish, I´d never had to see.
They were and still are a powerful weapon in flirting. Always ready to go for it.
They change color with my mood, from a bright green to steel grey. They cried in pain and
also in laughter.
These eyes watched over my children and are now watching my grandchildren.
They can daydream and focus like a laser to find a typo or a flaw in a painting.
My eyes cried of losses and burned in anger. And I´ve lost a lot and can be furious in rage.
They witnessed the first steps of my daughters and the funerals of loved ones.
Sometimes I have deep and dark shadows under my eyes and everytime I know why.
I sat beside the bed of my kid when it was sick. Couldn't sleep because I worked all night. I
was dancing thru the night or read the new Stephen King book in one till 4 am.
They have the most intimidating “mommy-view” you´ve ever seen. My ex-husband was two
heads larger than I and froze when he's got it.
But they also get soft and devoted in the arms of a loving man or when they vision a loved
My eyes read thousands of books and watched hundreds of movies. They have me the gift
of making art and photografies. They indulge me with 500 and more shades of green in a
tree or the tenderness of a flower. All of this they are doing for about 55 years now. They
deserve every wrinkle they have as an award and I love every single one.
My ears heard a lot.
My ears are delicate and pretty.
They heard slamming doors and arguments.
Love whispers and swear words, threatenings and promises.
They do not only hear the spoken words but also the tonation and subtext.
They tell me about intentions and orders.
They carry secrets and deliver enlightenment.
The gift of listening gives me the even bigger gift of being able to help.
I love to listen to singing birds and the sound of the wind.
I love the sound of water, not matter if rain or waves.
My favourite lullaby is the song of the wind in the trees.
Raging thunder and storm bring me peace.
I enjoy music.
This mouth works! Hell yeah!
This lips kissed a lot, smiled and yelled.
I bite them in hard times.
I miss some teeth. The front teeth were broken out when I ran to save my 2 years old
daughter who stood in the middle of a playstreet and a big truck drove in her direction.
My lips are still soft and always willing to sing, smile or laugh… or kiss (whenever this will
They kissed the one or other man not only on the lips.
And they´ve been kissed back.
They whispered sweet promises and love words.
My lips keeps the secrets, heard by my ears. Will never tell. Promise!
To Be Continued ............
You may reach Ellen at : firstname.lastname@example.org on Instagram: ellenberlin1
Bio: Ellen Hofrath-Stovall was born in 1965
She is living in Berlin/Germany
2 Daughters, 3 grandchildren
Painting since 2012, self-educated
several exhibitions in cafes and restaurants
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