Correct. It needs to be applied directed to the cranky.

May the body image monsters and the self-image monsters be immobilized in a mad scientist's laboratory, where their feet will be sliced off in 1 mm thick slices up to their ankles. The slices shall then be flash-frozen. The mad scientist will then, in a fit of lugubrious enthusiasm, proudly display them to the monsters.

As for the office staff of Vortex's doc... may they spend the next six months feeling as icily cold as my anger is toward them. For the record, that's about 5 degrees warmer than this past winter, here in Minnesota.

Jilli, in fact I thought your outfit was especially cute today!

Seanie Sean Sean. I am picky, so trust me when I say: You are cute.

But I get it. One of the worst things about Body Image Demons is their imperviousness to objective opinion. People who don't even want anything from me tell me I'm pretty, and I just don't believe it. So, um. There. I'm not lying.

Treats for which I might conceivably bite someone's hand in my eagerness to get to the treat: Dove Almonds Covered in Silky Smooth Dark Chocolate.

May all the Bitches have some few moments of enjoyment today, as delicious and joyful as I've had in nibbling these.

Preferably without having to bite anyone.

Unless they ask. Politely.

Awww, thanks, gang. You have made me feel better.

I just cancelled my plans for tonight, in favor of being at home watching a trashy vampire movie and drinking absinthe. And maybe sewing a pink and black lace spiked cuff.

One of the worst things about Body Image Demons is their imperviousness to objective opinion. People who don't even want anything from me tell me I'm pretty, and I just don't believe it.

This is indeed teh worst thing about Body Image Demons. Yes.

BID are evil. And lord knows they hit all of us--I was chatting with an ex the other day, and she was saying she's lost 30 pounds this year. Which, good for her, though AFAIK she doesn't need to at all. I mean, she's all about getting in shape and gaining muscle, but losing weight? Meh. I think she had gained a few pounds since I'd been seeing her nekkid, but...30? No. And I said something about not having weighed myself and she was like "Yeah, but you're little". And I boggled. Cause...no. But clearly, in her mind, I'm smaller than her. Even though I suspect she wore a smaller size than I did. :)

Thanks for the kind words, peeps. I wish I could say they were as effective as I know you want them to be, so I will lie and say they were.

Just talked to my sister, she's having an asstastic birthday. They just called 911 and Mom is being taken back to the hospital. She apparently feels rotten, has an elevated pulse, loss of appetite, and loss of feeling on one side. It could be another stroke, I'll hopefully know more in a few hours when they can call me back.

Oh ND, I'm so sorry. Your family's really being put through the ringer lately.

Yeah, it does seem that way.