So this evening I decided to take Lyla for a walk. I was feeling pretty good about myself. We're walking and talking, life is good. And then it happens....some sweet young thing (probably still in high school) comes running past me. I know what you're thinking. What's the big deal? So some young girl runs past you. Well, let me paint the picture.
It wasn't just because she was young. It was because her she comes running past me like it's no big deal in her red sports bra and black spanks (boy cut style workout shorts) with out a ounce of fat or one dimple. And her I am pushing a stroller wearing a pair of Andy's old basketball shorts (to hide all the cottage cheese that has grown on my thighs) and a long black shirt. Black is still slimming right? That's right! All those good feelings of, "go Aubrey, you're out getting some exercise" changed to, "great I'm still jiggly and dimply. All I wanted to do was squirt some breast milk at her and say, "that's right! At least my boobs are big and grow bigger every three hours, so ha!"
Instead, I just watched her run by and found some gratification in the fact some day she'll be in my shoes (or should I say body). So go ahead sweet young thing, enjoy running in next to nothing. Your day will come!
2 comments:
LOL... oh, she'll get her's, don't you worry!! I can remember those days... and they sucked!! LOL
But you're doing great, so don't worry!
Oh to be young and free of fat...oh, wait, that was never me. Ha! That stupid, I mean carefree young lady has no idea what it means to be married and have kids and be able to walk around in your pajamas all day and your husband still loves you and will get you take out and a Coke because you gave birth to his offspring. She'll never know that.
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