A New Reflection
While the remaining lyrics talk about “booty” and “junk in the trunk in all the right places,” there is another message that could be told and should be told. Our size isn’t what matters. Our outward appearance (our weight, our height, our skin color, or our age) is not what matters. Our worldly status (our wealth, our home, our car, our community influence, or degree of popularity) is not what matters.
My birthday is coming again in March. It comes around every March, and I find myself increasing my stated age by one. I’m soon to be age 57. I don’t feel 57, or maybe I do. I don’t know what 57 is supposed to feel like. I really only notice that I’m 57 two times: when I look in the mirror after hanging out with our daughters or others their age; and when I look at the photos taken during Christmas gatherings or other family events.
When hanging out with ...