I may be fat…but I’m alive

So Thursday, as my legs pumped furiously on the eliptical and I saw my reflection in the window, I was thinking” out damn cellulite, out!” But then, as the TV flashed the images of the Hudson River filled people escaping a ditched plane, I doubted, the women in 16B was thinking, “if only I had lost that 10 pounds.” So in the end, I’m thinking a little cellulite really doesn’t matter much at all. What doesn’t matter to you?