I’ve been running lately. Trying to tone up a few not so tone areas and get ready to be in a bathing suit… soon.
I’ve been avoiding trying on said bathing suit for fear of those not so tone areas.
My daughter brought home her schoolwork today. In it was a ‘poem’ titled, “My Mom”. It went like this:
My mommy is nice.
My mom is cool.
My mom is soft.
My mom is comfy.
Today’s entry was easy enough. It’s all in the perspective. What was to me dreaded areas, parts of my body where I fixated on the flab… is to my five year old, … mom. Soft. and comfy.
I’ll take it.
~K
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