I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four Impala
I liked that song.
This is my wish list, I just like to air it out there:
- I wish women weren’t expected to look like playboy models. I feel like there’s a whole generation of men out there that are truly disappointed that real breasts usually come in proportion to the body that they are attached to. It seems to me that we as a culture, both men and women, have become disillusioned with this “ideal” body that isn’t real (well perhaps for a few, genetically gifted people, tiny waists and giant breasts are the norm) it’s created. I love my body, it’s really nice, and curvy, and strong, and soft and I say anyone that gets the chance to see it sans clothing is one lucky mofo. (Also, does anyone else think it’s really creepy that women are getting plastic surgery on their labia? What the crazy!!!!)
- I wish food had never evolved. I’m so sick of seeing foods out there with what seems like hundreds of non-pronounceable ingredients. I wish that food, all food, was real, that real food wasn’t considered a luxury. Which leads me to…
- I wish healthy food weren’t so ridiculously expensive.
- I wish I had a rabbit in hat with a bat.
- I wish that celebrities were honest about how they got their bodies. I’ve worked in Hollywood, I’ve known celebrities (I mean we weren’t BFFs but, I’ve definitely known them and how they eat). Instead of magazine after magazine saying that they enjoy strolling with their dogs and living on KitKat Bars that they would just come out and say that they workout all the friggin’ time and that they count every calorie that goes into their mouths. It’s not a glamorous lifestyle-it’s an occupational hazard.
- I wish I had $3 million two bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side with a giant kitchen with a couch in it and a bulldog named Max. Okay, that’s not body conscious, but that’s my dream. To have a beautiful apartment with a big kitchen where people can lounge and talk while I cook for them and we can all drink wine and laugh and talk and finally eat. And then we can play with my puppy. Awww.
- I wish that the our lives didn’t revolve around the computer. This is especially ironic coming from me. I worry that our future is becoming (or already is) a really sedentary one, that everything we need is only a mouse click away and pretty soon we’ll never need to go for walks, or go swimming or carry groceries. Sometimes I think that my generation was the last one to really go out and play. That’s such a scary idea to me. We should all play. We should all walk and ride bikes and go swimming and enjoy this awesome world we have.
- I wish we could all treat ourselves with the same patience, love and compassion we treat others with. It’s so easy to love and accept other people the way they are, and so easy to tear ourselves to pieces. You know they old saying “Treat others the way you would wish to be treated.” I treat other people pretty darn good. I say treat yourself the way you would treat others.
Now that I’ve written it all out, I think it’s time to actually work toward making those wishes a reality. I can’t do anything about processed foods, but I choose to live my life without them. I can’t change societies unrealistic expectations about body image, but I can love mine and refuse to let those expectations effect the way I feel about myself. I can’t change the way celebrities market themselves, but I can be honest about how hard I work to live a healthy life. I can get up from behind my computer during the day to go for walks to enjoy nature and not get my only exercise at a gym. I can work really, really hard and become a really successful writer and actor and eventually have a beautiful apartment and a dog named Max and a couch in my kitchen (okay, this may be a rough one.) Regardless of the realities, I can make a difference in the world I’ve created for myself. There’s a lot wrong with the world, but there’s a lot right with it too, and I can do my part to making it a more accepting place. If only through a blog or a web show. There’s no reason wishes can’t be realities.
That’s my wish list. What’s yours?