“I’m not exactly a super model.” “No, your body is fuller than the images in your magazines.” I hunched over my drink. “Gee, thanks. As if I’m not bombarded with that fact every day of my life.” “I have offended?” He frowned. “You are healthy and strong. Is that not valued now as it was in Sumer?” “Yes and no,” I said blushing up to the roots of my hair. “I don’t know what they thought in Larsa, circa 17th century BCE, but in this era, the standard of beauty is not me.” “Then it has no standards,” he spat.
