Finally current with Scintilla posts! Prompt for today: Talk about the ways in which your body is awesome.
Okay, let's see. My body. Is. Awesome?
Oh come on, you aren't going to bring everyone down with some kind of negative body image talk, are you?
No. I'm a realist when it comes to my body, both the flaws and features. I'm just trying to figure out what to talk about. How to frame it.
Well, what's your favorite thing about your body?
I really like my hair.
Your hair is not your body.
*hands on hips*
I've always liked my eyes.
Better, I guess. Still not very body though.
Very "body"? What does that even mean?
I don't know. Don't you think it should be something a little more sensuous? You know, all that stuff about curves and soft and inviting and womanly...
Bah. Boring. I certainly don't sit around thinking of myself that way. Besides, I have lots of "soft curves" in places I wish I didn't! Haha!
I thought you weren't going to do the negative body image stuff?
I'm not! It's the truth. And I'm well aware it's the truth. It's not negative body image when it's true. I'm laughing at myself. Not everyone can do that, you know. It takes security and confidence to be able to laugh at yourself.
No, it takes not believing you're attractive to be able to laugh at yourself.
Not true. Maybe I think I'm really damn fabulous and just don't want less awesome people to feel bad if they hear me boasting about it.
Do you think you're really damn fabulous?
Eh. Not most of the time. But that doesn't mean I think poorly of myself or my body, either.
Okay, okay, whatever. I know what we should do. We should--
Yeah. Me. You. Us.
Are you really referring to yourself in the third person?
No, I'm referring to your self in the third person. Anyway, you're the one having a conversation with yourself. Who are you to judge?
Anyway. You should do like a sexy, suggestive kind of thing about your favorite body part. Or parts. Like your lips. You have nice lips.
Aww. Thank you.
You're welcome. Stop interrupting us. Where were we...? Oh yeah. Sort of like an "is this fiction or not?" kind post. About your lips or whatever. You know, the bottom one is nice and full, and it's kinda sexy when you slick on that strawberry margarita lip gloss and pout a little bit and--
I don't pout.
Sure you do.
I do not. I don't frown, so I don't pout either. I smile. All the time. I think people think I'm a little strange sometimes because I always smile.
What? Shut up, they do not. And you do too pout. You know, a little sexy pout. Pout. Lips. Lip gloss. Red. Eyes looking up through your curly hair that you like, and maybe a wink, and a man should be so lucky to have that mouth--
Holy whoa! Stop right there. This is not going to be about sex.
*snort* Please. Everything is about sex with you, Ms. I Write Erotica and Find Innuendo in Everything.
Whatever. Why should it be about sex, just because it asks about how my body is awesome? Just because I'm a woman? And the only reason my body can be awesome is in a sexual context? For the pleasure of a man? Screw that! My body can be sexual on its own, but it doesn't have to be sexual. And it's not going to be about how awesome my body is because it has the potential to bear children, because it'll never do that, either. My worth is not related to my sexual organs and what they can do. Just because I have breasts and--
Okay, okay! My lord you have been reading too many feminist blogs lately.
What, I couldn't have formed my opinions on my own, they had to come from somewhere else? Why? Because I'm a woman? You can't gaslight me into submission and... oh. Okay, maybe you have a point.
Of course I do. I'm you.
Again, touche. You make some good points.
Of course I do. I'm you.
So what the hell am I supposed to write?
I dunno. I've got sex on the brain. You left those poor characters hanging right before a steamy scene in the short story you started weeks ago, you know. You should really finish that.
I know, but what am I supposed to write now, for Scintilla?
Write the truth. Isn't that supposed to be what it's all about?
The truth is that my body is not perfect, but it does what I need it do. Sexually or otherwise. *wink*
See, I knew you couldn't resist a sexual joke or comment.
^^^THIS^^^ is why my brain is the reason my body is awesome. It never fails to amuse, enlighten, and entertain me. Sexually or otherwise. *wink*