

Break it up into verses, and it’s a poem about a woman who’s been told what she should be, and is choosing to live as herself instead. I will enjoy this life,” Baer concludes in “Idea.” “Bitch, I’m just getting started,” Spears ends her caption.


I will open it / like a peach in season, suck the juice / from every finger, run my tongue over / my chin.” What is Spears doing, if not telling the story of something that happened to her, a few somethings, in fact, and enjoying the hell out of herself in the accompanying video, rubbing her hands over her stomach, displaying the navel we’ve seen nine kajillion times over the nine kajillion years Spears has been in the spotlight, hitching up her butter yellow crop top and flashing her wedding ring, all while holding eye contact with her phone’s camera, and therefore, us. Or take three-time New York Times best-selling poet Baer’s poem “Idea,” which begins with “I will enjoy this life. Isn’t this just what Spears, not longing for “my younger body,” but proud of her now body, the one she says she shapes herself through 45 minutes of exercise three times a week, the one in which she says she spent four hours dancing on video to make the post and show “what my body looks like at the moment,” is saying?
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“The first thing she did to me was literally…and I’m not even lying…pinch the skin on my stomach and legs and me I need to get my younger body back…Why the hell did she do that? It made me cry.” She then drifts back to a personal trainer she met with two months ago. “It didn’t look like my body,” she writes of that and another recent pap incident. Spears’s post goes on to detail the saga of getting pap-snapped recently when her car broke down on a drive with husband Sam Asghari. “I looked like an idiot!!!” she writes, lamenting her “facial expression, the way I was leaning over, the pooch in my stomach!!!” It was a “helpless situation,” and she is not pleased with the resulting photos. This content can also be viewed on the site it originates from.īut after mentioning visiting vague “exotic locations,” coating her body in lotion, and commenting on the weather, Spears’s monologue takes a turn: “I want to get out more.” Given her history-a 13-year conservatorship, childhood fame, public scrutiny for decades-this simple phrase, considered, becomes just a little devastating.
