Disturbing

I forgot to tell about something disturbing I saw at the Scottish Festival. No it wasn't a Scots twig and berries. We were watching the pipe band competition when a young boy and girl walked by us holding hands. These kids couldn't have been older than Hanna, my guess was 9 or 10, and they were holding hands with fingers intertwined. At first I thought maybe it was a brother and sister just being cute but I could tell when I looked harder that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Ryan and I saw it at the same time and just stared at each other in disbelief. Ryan's exact word's were, "There would be a serious beat-down." I can't imagine any parent being okay with nine year olds dating but we were in Payson.

Another disturbing thing (nice segue) are my arms. I'm verging on obsession when it comes to hating my arms. I know for a fact that my arms are big because I fit into an xsmall quite nicely at most stores I frequent (except for that horrible Hollister which I shouldn't even go in because I'm too old) but my arms are more like a medium. Mostly this is a problem with blouses and not t-shirts because of the stretch factor. I've resorted to repositioning the buttons on a few of my blouse sleeves. I noticed in the winter, when I was having a bout of depression that caused me to eat everything and be a complete lump, my arms outgrew a few of my favourite shirts. Luckily, because I'm no longer a food devouring lump, they seemed to have returned to a size that allows them to be put into sleeves. I'm still not satisfied and long for the days of my youth when I had abnormally skinny arms. I wouldn't mind that abnormally skinny body either.

Me at girl's camp in 1990. Look at those skinny arms!

Try not to focus too much on my keen early 90's fashion sense but instead look at the skinny arms.

I found this picture when looking for pictures of skinny arms. I played guard on our Jr. Varsity team. I have a feeling this was taken after practice. The hair! The acne! The lack of breasts! Egads!