gratitude-a-thon day 578: Pink, the singer, not the color

So, poor Pink, the singer, not the color, is being fat-shamed. Being famous, for all its positives, is a mother fucker, in that you are judged every moment of your life. So, if you wear a dress that doesn’t make you look emaciated, get ready for a firestorm of twitterati. And get out your earbuds, if you gain a few pounds. GOD FORBID IF YOU ARE FAMOUS AND YOU GAIN A FEW POUNDS  (and you thought it was bad as a regular person), because you are going to hear about it.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that a couple years ago, my good friend Colleen and I went to a Pink Concert. We had great seats, and let me tell you, the things Pink’s body could do were Barnum & Bailey, Cirque de Soleil SPECTACULAR. This woman is like a freaking Mexican jumping bean on crack. She was literally FLYING through the air. Her abs were rock hard, her legs as muscular as a body builder dude. Her voice was clear and beautiful too, but her athleticism was like, crazy out of this world.

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You really cannot believe what Pink was doing at her concert. The contortions, the ballet moves she pulled off hanging from rope. At one point, she literally dive-bombed into he audience. Look at those legs. The woman defines muscular.

Here’s what Pink, the singer, not the color, said to the twits on Twitter:

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Ha! And she was at 11%, too! Pink’s music is empowering, and I’ve always loved her spirit. I even like the dress she’s being shamed for wearing. She is an admirable, powerful, smart performer/mommy. Thanks for speaking up. Take that, you stupid haters.