Endearing so-called body flaws

There’s a delicious portrait documentary, Jane B. by Agnès V.

Jane Birkin (an English singer with a great career in France) was Serge Gainsbourg’s soulmate, and Agnès Varda, born in Belgium, was married with Jacques Demy, who directed The Umbrellas of Cherbourg…

In this adorable film, I was amazed by one dialog. The two women was questioning the fact that in a park, some beautiful statues had been defaced, damaged by some people. One of both then says : “It’s because body perfection is exhausting”. Maybe it was a way to make them more human, closer to us?


I’m not sure it’s a good theory, but it let a seed in my mind. Body perfection is boring, and everyone today knows it’s a terrible pressure (mostly for women) too. Medias, magazines, models, images : a perpetual bombing of lonnnng legs and perfect skin, blah blah blah.


I follow a great instagrammer, alex_cameron, an English photographer who makes pictures of splendid girls in splendid dresses in splendid decors. One day (October 3, 2017) she posted a selfie – which she does very rarely – in underwear, called “uncut”, the “unretouched me”. Read her text under the picture, it’s great!


We men all like to watch “perfect bodies”, of course, but we mostly fall in love with the “so-called” flaws. Our lover’s breasts are not enough this or too much that, same for your legs, your arms, your calves, your eyes, your mouth. So what?? Your body is… endearing! We want to hug you! We’re not perfect either, right? We fell in love with the whole you… There are no “flaws” : we love you as you are. Perfection is boring. Don’t change anything, OK?

Have a nice day!



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“He said this I said that” are conversation thieves, but well…

At work. Lunch time. You hear people telling things…

“He said this, then I answered that, and then he said…”. Etc.

The interlocutor nods in agreement – she/he HAS TO, right?

Because the “He said this I said that” person is a little excited by her/his report.

I don’t know exactly why, but it’s not a good sign. “He said this I said that” guys and girls are a bit boring, right? They are like… conversation thieves.

They blow their own trumpet, they’re all that.

Interlocutor? Nod please, because they need to blow it. I mean : the trumpet. They say :

– I’m great, right? I’m strong! I don’t let myself pushed around, right?

Yes! Say yes! Because… they really don’t expect you to say “No, because”!

Therefore, it’s like a game. A play. One is making as if he’s strong. Two is making as if he agrees. And we all know why people play this game : because after a moment, it’s the other’s turn. Other way round. “As for me” time.

In a way, it’s like liking someone’s happiness selfie, right?

…wounded egos has to say it…


A long time ago I read in a forum a woman contribution, she was angry, saying that us guys were talking about things (my guns, my knife, my car), and girls were talking about people (she said, he said). She was obviously craving conversations about ideas. But found no one. It’s a slightly very little spoonish schematic, but, well, it said something…


Have a nice day!



#happybutter #hashtags are #terrible

I read many times that the worst social media for some people’s happiness is Instagram. Many use this tool to share their work or their passion for photography, but some people use it to “show how great and happy they are”.

So, as a normal person, if you wander too long on your “friends”‘s Instagram (or Facebook, etc), you can have the impression than other people are constantly swimming into sugar : every single thing in their harmonious life is pretty cool. Happy at home, happy at the beach, happy in couple, happy new car, happy children, happy baking, happy health, #happytobeme.




Two paths, then : you can be jealous of all this happiness and find a corner to cry on your own mediocrity, or you are experienced enough to know that life is not like that.

You know what people feel when they see these kind of posts? Embarrassment.

Like fake smiles are a bit horrible to stare at, reading series of #happybutter hashtags make you uncomfortable. There is absolutely no reason to post shite like this, unless you really need to “show”, unless you’re struggling like crazy, unless you need approval.

If I see a friend of mine, in couple since 20 years, posting things like #lovemylife, #happyhusband, #romance or #bestmoment, I know there’s a problem, and I feel like I’m in Twin Peaks, with a dark sound under the ground : arguments, disrespect, boredom, or this terrible feeling of incompleteness.

Something’s lacking, let show to the world that nothing’s lacking.


In reality, the more happy you are, the less you’re on social medias, right?

Thanks for reading!


#sohappy #goodmood #bestmomentever #healwaysunderstands