You know that old-fashioned ribbon candy you sometimes find at Christmas?
Turns out it’s not inspired by ribbons at all.
It’s the spitting image of the bird’s nest fern (left).
I’m not a big plant-and-flowers kinda gal, but I think this one is a beauty.
And much like candy — which attaches itself to your hips and thighs upon ingestion — the bird’s nest fern attaches itself and grows upon another plant or a building.
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I have always bemoaned my genetic background. Not my family per se — they are phenomenal people — but their medical DNA kinda sucks.
Cancer on one side, heart disease on the other. I have always pictured them as loaded guns, pointed at either side of my head. Which one will get me first?
I’ve blamed some of my physical traumas, as my blog name suggests, on my position in the family as the youngest. The last child is the oldest egg, and as we know, the only things that get better with age are wine and men.
But most of my physical maladies can be traced directly back to one of my parents. For example, high cholesterol from my dad, migraines from my mother. Bad eyesight — dad’s kin. Poor circulation — mom. I’m sure you can do the same.
But today I learned that I owe a big ol’ thank you to my dad for my ginormous thighs.
Up to now, I had blamed my dad’s side of the family for my way-out-of-proportion-with-the-rest-of-my-body thighs. Over the years, I’ve thrown quite a bit of hate at my thighs. Done everything I can to make my thighs smaller.
And then today, I read that a study published in last month’s British Medical Journal found that both men and women with small thighs had a greater risk of developing heart disease and dying prematurely.
So, while my dad may have given me high cholesterol, at least he balanced the odds with my protective, thunder thighs.