Yesterday I happened upon a photo of myself taken when I was about 15…
I knew that bearing and rearing children would have an adverse affect on my physical being and I was prepared for this. Example…
I’m a lot rounder… softer than I used to be, my hipbones are but a distant memory. I can live with this.
The stretch marks on my hips are like shiny white road maps marking out the path to squishy-ville. I can live with this.
I have a right bicep that would rival Arnie’s due to constantly scooping up children. I can live with this.
I have a scoliosis-like shaped spine from balancing children on my hip. I can live with this….
But why, oh why did my boobs have to get smaller? Is this God’s cruel practical joke on me? I had bigger boobs when I was 15!!!
The kids are young… I haven’t got that attached yet. If I return them… can I get my rack back???
I’m a lot rounder… softer than I used to be, my hipbones are but a distant memory. I can live with this.
The stretch marks on my hips are like shiny white road maps marking out the path to squishy-ville. I can live with this.
I have a right bicep that would rival Arnie’s due to constantly scooping up children. I can live with this.
I have a scoliosis-like shaped spine from balancing children on my hip. I can live with this….
But why, oh why did my boobs have to get smaller? Is this God’s cruel practical joke on me? I had bigger boobs when I was 15!!!
The kids are young… I haven’t got that attached yet. If I return them… can I get my rack back???
posted by Shelley @ 9:55 am
1 Comments:
If I was God, you know I would swap racks with you any day. Gods cruel joke on me is not teaching men out there what to do with them!
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