My Body is an Automobile?

photo credit: Kalexanderson via photopin cc
photo credit: Kalexanderson via photopin cc

My body is an automobile.

But what kind? On days like today, I feel more out of the user-car lot than the Detroit Auto Show. Mary Widdicks of Outmanned Mommy recently compared her body to a temple in an honest and witty diatribe.

My body is like a vehicle. On a long and winding road.

Long ago, off the assembly line, I had sleek lines (ish). Innovative engineering. Sporty performance and precision responsiveness. I reached college not a sports car, but definitely potential of high performance. New-car smell and everything.

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