I popped into the grocery store today after a rigourous workout on the bike, clocking 9 miles and a high resistance level. I was very proud that I made the gym a priority on a beautiful 90 degree day in Buffalo, NY. My legs were throbbing and for the very first time, I dared to wear those yoga, type, boy shorts.
I thought to myself, do I dare go into the grocery store looking like this? I had a workout jacket in the car, so I thought why not. I was proud of my very toned and muscular legs that I have earned with rigourous five day a week workouts. I put the jacket on and in I went.
I didn’t have much time as my nephew was helping with yard work and I was picking up some things to serve him lunch. I ran through the produce isle gathering lettuce and tomatoes, then onto the deli counter, trying not to be aware if anyone was looking at me strangely with those boy shorts on!
I grabbed a number at the counter. Even though it was a beautiful day, it was still very busy at the grocery store. It is always packed on a sunday and the deli area was no exception. As I stood there waiting my turn, I heard a woman giggling. I turned my head to see this very little person, scantily clothed in a black dress, that barely covered her “glutes” with five inch sexy gator heels on. Her hair, brunette with some blonde highlights. She couldn’t have been more than a size two at best! As if that wasn’t bad enough! She was holding a waffle sundae from Cold Stone Creamery! She stood next to her boyfriend who was wearing a casual red and black plaid shirt over tan shorts with flip flops who apparently was ordering some deli meats.
Yes, did I just want to shoot her? Absolutely! Here I was on a blistering hot day, working my own “glutes” on a bike at the gym and she is going to Cold Stone Creamery! I couldn’t help myself, I leaned over to the man standing next to me at the counter that was intently starring at her, (what man wouldn’t?) and said ” I hate her!” He laughed and I laughed too.
Just then, my eyes went to another beautiful woman, waiting at the deli counter. She was blonde, a bright smile, small framed as well , but wearing a navy blue and white hankerchief like casual shirt over long grey shorts and flip flops. One child in the front seat of a large cart, the other child in the back of the cart in a car seat, with groceries surrounding him.
I smiled at her, walked toward her and told her how beautiful her children were. She thanked me, appearing a little frazzled. She shared with me that he husband is out of town most of the time and that her children are adopted and that she didn’t bear them. I quietly looked at this woman of natural beauty and said ” you bore them from your heart.” She smiled.
Pondering three very different woman standing at the deli counter, it reminded me of how very different we all are, yet how precious and beautiful we are in our own ways. The seductive youth, the natural love of a mother, resonating through her face, and the strength of woman determined to be as fit and toned as she can be.
Kimberley
