Billboards (day 3)
This is a memoir writing project created by Ann Dee Ellis. We write 8 minute memoirs based on her prompts. All the cool kids are doing it. Today's prompt:Billboards
What the fuck do I know about billboards?
The only billboards I can picture are the ones speckled along the freeway on the way down to Provo.There are three kinds of billboards as you drive down to Provo:
1. An ad for some type of plastic surgery.
2. An ad for some type of modest clothing
3. An ad for some type of MLM company.
I remember someone noting that the billboards on the way to Provo reinforce our cultural belief that women should have lots of babies, (as Modest Mormon Women) but never LOOK like they've had lots of babies (As Modest Mormon Women with Perfect Boobs.)
A friend of mine died getting a boob job. She had three girls.
But I am not against boob jobs. Your body, your choice.
But I am against that universal monolith of perfect Mormon femaleness.
The MLMs of course, are a reminder that perfect (righteous) people can get rich quick.
I remember driving down to Provo to visit BYU after I'd been accepted as a senior in High School. I really wanted to go to BYU. For the same reason I wanted a perfect body, and a perfect spirit and a perfectly neat organized life. BYU is so clean and sterile and I was (am) obsessed with perfection.
If I went to BYU, I'd tame the wildness inside me and be happy.
Three weeks before school started, I decided to go to the U instead.
My life has been a tangled, wild, non-perfect mess ever since.
I am happy.
This is the first time I've ever typed fuck on my blog.