What a terrifying way for me to start Five-Minute Friday...anyway….(sets timer).

When I look in the mirror, I see a pretty face that would lose some of its youth if the body that accompanies it were thinner.  I see strong eyebrows, thick black hair, teeth that were prettied by expensive orthodontics, and scars.  I see a nice complexion damaged by the sun, and cleavage that I use to my advantage. 

And then I back up, exposing my body to the mirror.

This poor body has carried four sons and it shows.  My stomach….you know that you hate something when you don’t even have the courage to describe it.
My stomach sags, puckers, dimples and rolls.  I hate it.  I loathe it.  I avoid looking in mirrors so that I don’t have to look at it.  When I worry about my marriage I think, Would I ever really have the courage to show a different man this?  This deflated beach ball of a stomach?