"So when is your baby due?"
A general question and one I loved to answer when I was pregnant.
But I'm not pregnant and people are still asking the question.
Looking at myself in the mirror I have to admit I have not been able to shift the baby weight quite as fast as I'd hoped to. Oh damn it, I wasn't ever terribly slim and shapely to begin with. I suppose "round" is a shape, isn't it? I used to joke that when I lay in bed my stomach lay next to me. It still does. *sigh*
My excuse: I am a busy mom who has no time to excercise. Oh, and I eat a lot of rubbish too. Thats The Darling Husband's fault too. He buys the stuff and if its in the house I have to eat it. It won't leave me alone. The little voices keep beckoning me to the pantry cupboard with promises of sweet snack satisfaction. Hmmpf.
Emerging from a clothing store disgruntled and in a sour mood I pass a lovely African lady sashaying across the parking area. She was a big girl with a wide waist and quite a few extra curves. But she looked great! She wore a short bright cheery summer dress with cool big sunglasses and was laughing and chatting with her friends. She had "it" and was certainly having a good time strutting it.
Now why am I so concerned with my size? If she can do it, why can't I?
And it made me think. To be attractive, we have to feel attractive. To feel attractive we have to be happy with how we look. To be happy with how we look we have to accept how we look. I am aware that, to a certain degree, this applies to what's within us too. And if we don't accept or like how we look, do something about it.
Stop moaning.
I seem to do a lot of that. Moaning. When I actually have nothing to moan about. Not really. But thats another post.
So let me just finish this humungous bowl of pasta and I'll start reassessing my diet.
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