I’ve never been one to lie about my age. I’ve never said, “I’m 29 (.… plus 9.)” At the same time, I’ve never felt my age. It was almost like I was bragging: “Oh, you thought I was 25? I’m actually 34.” Stuff like that.
But this year, I’m feeling my age. It’s been a rough year on my self esteem. I’ve gained 23 pounds in the last year. Everything in my closet looks frumpalicious. Lately when I look in the mirror, I see a 38-year-old-who’s-trying-to-look-like-a-29-year-old. I don’t want to look like a 38-year-old-who’s-trying-to-look-like-a-29-year-old. I want to look hot.
So, in the last year, I started coloring my hair, I’ve worked on my fashion sense, I’ve started adding more make up to my face in the mornings. Then, on my birthday, I locked the door, stripped off my clothes, and took a pretty hard assessment of myself.
I saw stretch marks. Flabs. Gravity.
Sigh. I am sure these things were present on my body prior to Saturday, but I didn’t really see them. I see them now.
But God Bless The Agent. He was staring at me all day long. “What are you looking at?” I asked self consciously.
“The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” The Agent answered right away.
He’s a keeper.
Happy belated birthday! I'm sure you are fabulous! Cute post. :)
ReplyDeleteThat made me smile! I love husbands who happen to have the exact right words when you need them (it's a rare thing). I opened a piece of Dove chocolate that said, Sometimes a smile is worth more than a dozen roses.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your birthday...you've earned every one of those years!
Happy Belated Birthday!
ReplyDeleteYou ARE beautiful. That Agent of yours is a good guy.