So I now realize that the picture is symbolic. Gail captured me as I was transforming. I see it for what it was: a rite of passage. It was a moment in time that marked the end of one era in my life and the beginning of another, more tumultuous, complex and fulfilling one. Maybe, I am not the Stay Puft Marshmallow Woman but rather, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. I am very, very, very fat. I have eaten one apple, two pears, three plums, four strawberries, five oranges, a cake, an ice cream, a pickle, a slice of cheese, salami, a Popsicle, a slice of pie, a sausage, a cupcake and a slice of watermelon.
This adventure began by filling my stomach. But I have moved on to nurturing my soul. And I hope that the book is right and that I am on my way toward becoming a butterfly.
