There is this certain kind of woman that always catches my eye. She's the mom who has it all together. Her ducks are in a perfect little row. She is never hurried. Her hair always looks amazing. Her teeth are always white. She's never emotional. She never sweats. She never forgets. Her messy buns are perfectly messy. Her yoga pants match perfectly with her sports bra and tennis shoes. I see her occasionally here and there. At target mostly. She looks happy. Her kids outfits always have matching bows and their socks always match. Their shoes are always tied. And their snacks are in coordinating colors. She is a unicorn.
At that point I started questioning things, like why do people say dress your age?Do I have to wear floral up to my chin dresses that tie in the back to be a modest woman? Do I have to wear cardigan's and slacks to dress my age? Am I doomed to nudes, black, and navy because I'm almost 40 and shaped like a sausage? Why do I hate my body so much?
However, I never seem to have more than one functional bra at a time. You know that one ever constant friend. It looks like it’s been through the war and back, only has one working hook because the others have long since been either ripped from their post or bent all willy-nilly.
I am no stranger to betrayal, pain, and loss. But I'm not innocent of it either. We are all human. The choice lies with us. I can face today with tomorrows offense, or with a better perspective of what I don't want to be.