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As soon I read the prompt an image of my college psychology professor flashed on my mind’s screen. Dr. W was a tiny little thing that favored ankle boots and men’s clothing. She must have shopped in the boy’s department. The woman truly resented her brother; every class came with yet another story of how her parents favored him.

She also graded on a curve, and for me it worked out beautifully.

The next image that flashed is me at 18 holding a tape measure, and looking quite unhappy.

I had been on a very strict diet for three months, and lost a lot of weight. There I was a hundred pounds lighter, and still not satisfied. Why? Because I didn’t have an hourglass figure - how I longed for a curvy waist that flared out to perfectly round hips. My boyish hips were barely a few inches more than my waist.

Give me that same weight loss today, and I would dance a non-stop jig.

Now I’m thinking of Atlantic City, there’s this big curve in the road right before you get there. My hands start itching as soon as we hit it.

It’s actually the only curve in a road that doesn’t make nervous. A non-driver I’m one of life’s very nervous passengers.

Oh gosh now I’m thinking of that crazy curvy straw I loved to drink my Nestles Strawberry Quik with as a child. It was actually called a Krazy Straw. Did you have one? Do they still make them? I’ll have to google and see.

Funny you look at a simple word CURVES, and suddenly you’re whole life is flashing before your eyes.

Have a wonderful week.

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