I recently attended my nephew’s birthday party where I saw my ‘step-aunt‘. [Is that even a thing? ‘Step-aunt’? She is my uncle’s wife (mom’s brother), but she is his second wife. But she’s my aunt just as much as his first wife was… so maybe that makes her just ‘aunt’? This is really not important to the story…]
Anyway… you may remember my step-aunt from such posts as ‘not a blood relative‘.
I guess I was pretty mean in that post… referring to her as Aunt Dumbass and all. But she has her moments. Bad ones. But also… good ones.
She is hilarious. Sure, sometimes she can get a little annoying, but the last few times I’ve seen her, she’s been rather entertaining… and not so much annoying. Not to go down a dark road, but I think something changed (with me, but maybe with her, too) since my cousin died last year. It throws people when they lose someone so tragically just before his 46th birthday.
Back to that birthday/pool party a couple of weeks ago…
We were sitting at the table by the pool—step-aunt, uncle, mom, me—when suddenly some sort of flying insect got in step-aunt’s face. She tried to swat it away but it wouldn’t leave her alone. Now, I must pause here to mention that step-aunt has giant boobs. Like, each one is about the size of her head. So she waved her hands around but this bug wasn’t giving up. And then it flew right into her cleavage.
At this point, my mom and I are laughing our asses off, as is step-aunt, bordering on hysterically. She stuck her hand right in there between her giant boobs, trying to get the bug out. Finally she stops and takes a drink. ‘Did you get it out?‘ I asked. And her answer was… ‘I don’t know…‘ which only made everyone laugh even more. I guess the little bugger may have gotten lost in there.
Of course, none of this is really relevant to my title question either. But it was fucking funny. [Or maybe you had to be there.] I guess I just wanted to give an idea of what step-aunt is like. Although that may not be relevant either.
I don’t know about you guys (well, you ladies), but I don’t feel perfect in a swimsuit. I feel alright… a little self-conscious… but not perfect. I guess that’s why I felt the need, in conversation [post bug incident], to comment on my imperfect thighs as I ate some cheese on a cracker. I think that was my way of making myself feel more comfortable. Self-deprecation. Yeah… that’s me. But, when I made that comment, my step-aunt kind of called me out on it. Not in a bad way.
‘Oh, you look beautiful,‘ she said. ‘That swimsuit is perfect for you and your eyes are just… wow!‘
I didn’t know what to say. First of all, I don’t see that. I just see the thighs and other assorted flaws and imperfections. Second, I have no idea how to handle compliments. I get all flustered. And no one (except my mom) has looked me in the eye and told me I look beautiful in a very very long time. And the thing about my eyes… yes, they are blue… but they were always sort of grey-blue. Sort of pale. Not vibrant at all. At times, I wasn’t even sure I should call my eyes blue. Maybe just grey. But step-aunt thought they were bright, vibrant blue.
Was she staring at the sun? Maybe it was my warm glowing tan.
Later, when I was inside for cake (great for the thighs, you know), I looked in a mirror. Step-aunt was right. My eyes looked blue. Really blue. They have changed. Is that even possible? As an adult? Can they get bluer? Is bluer a word?
People are usually quick to point out the bad but less likely to mention the good. I’m glad people like my step-aunt are out there.
I encourage you to speak up when you see or hear or notice something good about someone. It made me feel special and beautiful… two things I never think about myself on my own.
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