Sometimes I dream about when I was skinny. And I remember my wedding night almost thirty years ago (Oh Lord, has it been that long since I was skinny?). I flitted out from the powder room in my little white negligee. I remember every body part being in the right proportion…well, let’s just say a nice 7. (Ahh, what memories…I’m talking about the body shape here!)
Oh, and then after the 2nd baby was born. Yes, I was still skinny then. A nursing mother. Definitely everything in the right place, my cup runneth over!! Well, maybe there was the slightest pooch beginning.
I can’t remember when it happened, when did the little belly pooch become a permanent fixture? Become that dreaded body part that I was constantly trying to diet or exercise away.
And when did the breasts become “nursing mother” breasts, even when I was long past nursing? (Sorry, at my house, big breasts are just back fat in disguise!) When did they fall, and become a part of my armpits instead of perky, “stand at attention, body bling?
And I believe the “Oprah arms” or “wings” as I like to call that flappy skin, came before the double chin. Or did it? I absolutely know that the warbly stuff on the back of my thighs has not been here that long…or did I just finally dare to take a look at my back side in the mirror?
Oh, yes, sometimes I dream about when I was skinny. And because I’m 49andcounting, well…it’s fun to dream, but I’m okay with me, just like I am.
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