We have such cute young women at our fitness center with great figures and tight form. And all of them so supportive and helpful. At yesterday's work-out I began thinking of when I used to be slim and tight, and comparing my today's body with then. You know what? I have a lot of room for improving my health, and dropping some (a lot) of weight would be a wonderful part of that, kind to my joints and feet, but I don't hate my present figure. I've thought before about how our shape changes as we grow up (I'm calling "growing up" all the years past 32 as well as the ones before" and shape-changing is a natural thing. We need to celebrate our present beauty, my Lady Friends, because celebrating ourselves and being happy in ourselves is a gift to all women and daughters and granddaughters and ourselves. So -- I'm not fat, I'm voluptuous!