Ah, Five-Minute Friday. My little mini therapy session every week, hosted by The Gypsy Mama. Here's what we do:
Sometimes all it takes is five minutes. Five minutes to just write, and not worry if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back and invite others to join in. Here's your invitation ;)
Today's prompt is on forgetting...
It's all slipping away. The confidence, the enjoyment of shopping and exercise and self-expression. Dancing in front of the mirror at the gym, I modify the exercise so my fitness classmates can't see the arm jiggle quite so much. Some days I don't go at all. It's too depressing seeing this strange fat woman in the mirror, and I'm embarrassed in front of the regulars I've worked out with for so many years now. Of course they'd never say anything but I know what I've thought in the past. How long does it take to lose the baby weight anyway? Maybe if she hadn't gained so much in the first place. The boxes and boxes full of cute little clothes and bras and pants that don't chafe at the thighs. The feeling of moving through life like a curvy gazelle rather than a particularly slothful elephant. I don't know if my skinny girl is still alive buried under all that fat, but I want her back.