This being my 100th published blog,
I was thinking I would talk about something
that women as a whole think about every day
but don’t like to admit or even acknowledge.
Men are not excluded
but I can only talk about what I know.
Who is that person in the mirror
and when did I let this happen?
Whether you have been blessed with good genes or not,
we as women feel the need to find fault in what we see.
Here’s why I am going there.
I can’t think of one single morning
since I was a teenager,
that I haven’t woken up
rolled myself out of bed
(and now being 50, it actually is called rolling)
and not been aware of
that “wave” motion my mid section
loves to remind me of day in and day out.
thoughts naturally go to getting my morning coffee
into my system
and what my day will entail,
but hiding in the shadows
in that dark corner of my brain,
a little voice speaks to me
“Kimmie smarten up, you really should lose some weight”
and it’s such a creepy sounding voice.
Now that I have entered the “50” club
some parts of my body that once held their own
seem to mirror a retired person.
Wanting nothing more than packing things up
and heading further south.
(apparently not just for the winter either)
Youth never permitted us
to think that gravity would be so harsh
or have us change our bra sizes
from a 34 or 36 firm
to a 38 or 40 long!
even to those who have been blessed
with fast metabolisms and small bones
can still terrorize the fittest of women.
They too can cut themselves up
by what they see in that
God awful mirror.
What I think is the most hurtful part
is how heavy it weighs on us.
How it may not seem to be bothering us
yet as soon as we put on a piece of clothing,
that is a little to snug all of a sudden,
or in complete horror,
we discover we have gone up a pant size or two,
our minds will start doing that
“oh my God I feel horrible, what the hell happened to me?”
So what do we do?
We immediately shame ourselves.
Some of us hide under larger clothing,
others just simply hide away.
We focus on how disgusted we are for letting things go.
Punish what little part of us that feels good
for being weak and lazy.
Now some incredible women have conquered this
and hats off to them
but sadly that is a small number
otherwise most of you reading this,
wouldn’t still be reading,
most of us don’t just throw in the towel.
We actually get past the self hating
and make attempts to revive our spirit
and search for any means
to push us directly into that battle zone.
That one scares the b’Jesus out me too
(especially the way I eat spaghetti)
I really wish I had some solution.
Some wise and profound words of comfort
or an immediate remedy
but we all know if that was the case,
any or all fitness companies
would be out of business if we didn’t let it get to us
in one form or another.
In my feeble attempt to hopefully
make light of this one,
it is a serious and life changing problem
for a ton of women out there.
I suppose the best I can do
is allow any of you who struggle with this
to know that I am fighting the same battle you are.
If you nodded or agreed to any portion of this,
just keep in mind
that there were others
nodding and agreeing along with you.
I thought of ending this with some form of inspiration,
but humour has always been the remedy that pulls me through
my darkest moments.
this could explain where all my troubles started!
If all else failed,
I sure hope this one at least brightened your day anyway 🙂
Make it a good one!