While I was walking around barnes and noble today I came to a horrible realization. I am the ultimate cliche. I am the overweight, married with two children, working, romance novel reading, unsatisfied woman in her late 30s. I'm not sure how I ended up here..... I really don't. It's like you wake up one morning and you're no longer cool. No matter what I still think - I'm NOT 25 any more. I'm almost 37, and it really did just sneak up on me. When I look in the mirror I don't see me as I am. I see pictures of myself, or catch glimpses in a window, and I'm completely stunned because that is not what I see in the mirror. I'd like to tell myself that all of that doesn't matter - that I don't need to feel self-conscious of my weight, or my age, or my wrinkles, or how old I look at the end of the day. I'd like to tell myself that as long as I like myself it doesn't matter how the world sees me. That if I think I'm pretty, I'm beautiful. That if I think I'm fascinating, that I'm brilliant. That I think I'm a good mom, wife, employee, and person - and I actually believe it and it's true.
hmmm maybe I'll work on that tomorrow ;)
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