I remember one time hearing a fitness trainer describe the well-muscled back of a woman as looking like an upside down Christmas tree. I can’t recall if it was in a book or film or in person, but it’s always stuck with me. Usually as a form of occasional self-flagellation (my back will never be a christmas tree full of muscle, whaaa, etc. {also, WTF, we do find the most obscure reasons to hate ourselves sometimes, don’t we?}). But, I don’t know, it kind of does have an upside down tree on it after all? And it’s lovely in its own way anyway.
