Hippy

Have been feeling decidedly hippy the past few weeks and even though my hips have not spread from their oval’ish size, I can’t help but feel as if they are huge round things that demand attention as I walk down the street, up the stairs and weave down the hallway. They swish, they sashay, they flounce and when paired with a skirt or dress, well, they just get out of hand. Looking down at them they glare back up, and defiantly puff themselves to appear bigger then they are as if to say ‘Yeah babe, we be your hips, we are round, we’re happy and we love to prance about. What you going to about it? Eh?’

It’s weird when this happens. When a body part becomes the focal point of your attention and for some bizarre reason they take a on a personality of their own, appearing larger the life. It’s strange how when this happens you can’t help but stare at others people hips, or butts, or breasts, or hands, or feet: noting how theirs move; comparing; cataloguing; and debating if yours are ‘normal’ or if they are anomalous creatures that crept through the window one night and attached themselves to your body.