the mythical unicorn

After my first of the season jog (which was depressingly short and has rewarded me with a burning sensation in my thighs and butt in spite of my living room work outs all winter long) , a few days of rain with nothing to do but facebook stalk people and their photos, I must now write about a certain kind of mythical woman.

You know the kind. The ones that are perfectly pulled together at all times, sporting the latest fashions, have zero body fat in spite of a large brood of children, have energy and time enough to hit the gym, run a successful business, and make a delicious, organic dinner from scratch that she grew herself, in her backyard .
The ones that make women stare and men drool without their realizing it.
They are apparently mythical creatures who don't really exist like the white and purple unicorns of every fairy princess' dreams.

 All the latest self-help books and positive self-esteem seminars will tell you that the models that grace the covers of the hottest magazines are air-brushed, digitally enhanced, blemishes magically removed and  likely have eating disorders. They're not "real" the myth goes.  Well, I'm not buying it.

 I take exception to all those sources who claim those kinds of women that are thin (even after a handful of children), beautiful without cosmetic assistance, and always well put together don't exist.

They do!! Not only do they exist but I am constantly bombarded by their lastest tropical island vacation pictures on my facebook news feed page. Mythical indeed!

I have read that the average women is under 5'7" and probably closer to 160 lbs.  Fabulous.
True beauty is within, and more than skin deep. Beauty is not about outward adornments but about the heart, and is made by the Creator. Beauty is not based on our cultures images of women.
Yep. Got it. I'll buy that.

The problem is that it doesn't matter that these women don't represent the majority of the female population.

It only takes a few of them to ruin it for the rest of us.  

If you are one of those women or you know one (or several), and are reading this blog, please don't take offence.
I salute you.  Silently under my breath, I also curse you, but mostly I stand in awe of you.

I want to know how you do it.  I want the secret. How do you eat your kid's left over macaroni and cheese because you're starving and don't have time to make something else for yourself,  run a gourmet fudge business, go shopping, hit the gym daily and not only leave the house without spit up, snot stains or some left-over stickyness on your clothing but manage to perfectly co-ordinate your purse and shoes. How is this achieved???!!!??? How is this even possible???
Do us normal gals a favour will you, and share the secret or stop posting your perfect photos all over our facebook news feeds so we can try to maintain healthy self-esteems.

As for the rest of us,  here's to not being a unicorn, a thing of lore and legend but no real substance, and to hoovering down our kid's Easter chocolates when they're not looking!
God made us beautiful too , even if the only way we get men to drool is with a calorie loaded cheesy meat lasagna.  Take that Cindy Crawford, Jennifer Lopez, Jessica Biel and all the rest.


Cheers!