I thought my self-esteem had bounced (literally) back from the Spanx debacle, but this morning, a little boy at Gabe’s daycare asked me if I was having a baby. And I WAS WEARING stomach slimming underwear! It took all my strength not to drive home and go back to bed.
But before that, let me share with you a much more forgiving and self-affirming perspective than I can muster from American writer Janet Burroway: “Why, I say, should I ever have bitterly blamed [my body] for such trifles as I have blamed it for: for having too much flesh in this spot, too little muscle in that, for producing this wrinkle, that sag, that gray hair, or this texture? Dear body! My dear body! It has gone about its incessant business with very little thanks.”
P.S. Thank you, arms and legs, for not pushing that little boy over and making him cry.