Would You Like A Triangle Head!

I love going on the central line tube into London. The conversations people have bring a breeze of a smile on my face.

A young couple sat across from my youngest daughter were making polite banter with each other. Young love is the most amusing kind of love. He said men don’t worry about weight, but we do worry about the size of our legs and arms. Oh and don’t forget about the thickness of our necks. Have you ever seen a man with a triangle head? Everything just ties into the shoulders. It’s well weird! His partner looked on totally besotted. He continued you women worry about the whole package. She smiled and said well yes the perfect size ten would be nice.

The image I have of a man with a triangle head I personally cannot shake off. The facial expressions and hand movements clearly show he is not keen on developing a triangle head himself.

Then he went onto food and said look at me why should I worry about eating the odd burger. When I know the next day I can have a salad. It is all about moderation and eating responsibly. She sits silently anchoring to his every word. Yes she said I do love a burger, but salad is important too. I had a friend who must have been a size four when she lived in the U.K. Her parents sent her to America and she returned all nice and chubby. She must have been at least a size twelve.

The obsession with body image is so in grained into their conversation. Although I find it quite amusing to listen to it worries me to.

I start to think about my chest after all I have one natural breast and the other is an implant. Mother Nature dictates your breasts either hit the ground or shrivel up. Instead I will be left with a stiff meringue and a shrivelled up fried egg. In my coffin they will have to put a sock in my bra to even up my chest. A macabre image I know, but we all have to die sometime.

I look at this young couple and their simplistic replies and smile. Then my young daughter says, Mummy why you smiling? I put my fingers to my lips and shake my head, but too late the couple start to stare. Now I’m not the only one finding their very loud conversation amusing. I just had a grass sat beside me. My daughter continues, but your smiling mummy! Why are you smiling? I say a polite nothing to her and distract her from trying to embarrass me any further.

I look at Sophia and question if I have made the right decision moving to London. For you to be in London has a child you have to give up so much. As a parent you are constantly looking at ways to maintain independents, but making sure they are safe. The pressure to give her the freedom Kayleigh had will increase as she gets older. This is something I fear most because she is so strong willed.

Life seems so simple when you are young. You have all the time in the world to do as you please. Then one day you wake up and all that freedom vanishes or at least it seems that way. You can understand why some people strip back the luxuries and go back to the basics. The thought of having a house in the middle of nowhere is ideal. Independent from the mainstream of modern living is tempting.