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.
So just to make myself feel better, I am posting this repulsive image of Khloe Kardashian and her Spanx misfortune. And then I am going start taking up a collection for liposuction.
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.
from the heart 
LOL… I have actually had an argument with a man at a bar who thought I was prenant… I wasn’t. He kept trying to reassure me that it was ok… and said that he could tell I was having a boy by the “way I was carrying” lol UGH!
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We all have our relapses; it is a daily struggle to fight against our society’s obsession with perfectionism. It is the major force holding me back. Perhaps our stomachs bulge out with each passing year from attemting to keep the creative energy inside fo us because we do not feel “good enough.”
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