I'm scared that by signing on to be a mom I unknowingly purchased a ticked to frumpville. I'm worried that people will be able to tell I have children just by looking at me. Granted, I'm not putting in a lot of effort most of the time but what's the point? I'm going to be spending my entire day with preschoolers. It doesn't exactly call for my best outfit. But I don't want to be frumpy or dowdy.
It started so subtly. I would make the decision to pull my hair up because it saved me time in the morning which meant a few more minutes of sleep, also known as one of the most wonderful things ever. Then, I started wearing sweatpants because I'm not going anywhere and why shouldn't I be comfortable? I started driving the hated mini-van and singing along to veggie tales. And then there were more pregnancies and my pre-pregnancy body took longer and longer to come back. I discovered why they call it a muffin top and started walking past the cute bikinis in the store telling my kids that they "ruined mommy's body and now she has to wear swimsuits with more fabric than bedsheets."
This is a day when I'm unhappy with myself. A day when feeling pretty again feels like the biggest thing in the world. It's not. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter at all.
I believe that women are made to reflect beauty and that we do so by being who we were meant to be. We reflect beauty to others when we are content with who we are and comfortable in our own skin. My skin has changed and I'm still trying to adapt to it. To shift my idea of what makes me beautiful. Some days I do alright and other days, like today, I want to cry, eat a big bowl of ice cream and just give up and start wearing mumus a la Homer Simpson.
photo by betty...a http://www.flickr.com/photos/bettyyy/2372951931/
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