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?

3/4/2011 09:27:30 pm

Gail! I want to wrap my arms around you. I am giving you a gigantic internet hug. You are gorgeous. All of it. Everything. This post is real. Thank you.

3/7/2011 10:59:07 pm

I don't know if it's helpful or not but I've had the same thoughts about my own stretch marked stomach. All I can say is anyone worthy of your love will love all of you. And you are fabulous. Muah!

4/8/2011 09:07:24 pm

What a terrific post! :) I love it! So candid, and oddly heartwarming.


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