This passage from Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet” is where I’m going with this wide hat, container lady, Michelin Man stuff:

“You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief,

But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.”

Actually, maybe visualizing myself escaping from a girdle and dancing around the house naked is a better image for me than the padded guy who loves tires. Huh.