If I remember correctly, it was the morning after my 27th birthday. I knew it had happened by the way I felt. Greasy french fries and a Gatorade just weren’t doing the trick. There was no bouncing back.
It happened virtually overnight…. I had aged. I wasn’t happy about it.
Looking back I think my body was trying to tell me it was time to grow up. After all, I had to stop living like I was 21. I had a good run though.
Around that same time I started noticing laugh lines around my mouth and squint lines around my eyes. Were they always there and I was just noticing them? Doubtful.
So here I am today, about to kick 30 in the teeth, and I find myself reflecting on that girl I used to be physically. To be honest the older I get the more I love the fall and winter, not so much for the pumpkin spiced lattés and football, but for the fact that they require more coverage. At this rate, I would just be happy to NOT have cellulite on my calves (can I get an amen?).
I also hate how hard we, as women and particularly mothers, can be on ourselves. I am guilty of this, for sure. I have to constantly remind myself that just over a year ago I had a ten pound baby plow through my lady parts….how can I possibly expect to look like the 21 year old version of me? I can’t.
I have decided that I don’t necessarily want to look like the girl I used to be. She may have been more physically fit, but she was self centered and naive. Instead, I want to look like the best version of the woman I am today…. a wiser, more caring and confident version of my youth. I want to turn the focus on health instead of appearance. I plan on birthing many more babies and it’s not going to get any prettier (that’s for sure). I’m OK with the fact that the only time I will ever look like Anna Kournikova will be in Heaven….
but that doesn’t stop me from keeping her picture on my iphone for motivational purposes.
Mind over matter, my friends.