February 5, 2010
A supposedly slim person I’ll never be again
It’s not as though one day I put away the high heels, threw down the cute panties and bras and embraced the muu muus and late-night candy, but it feels that way. The time-warping devolution from slim pretty thing to puffy 40-something started with having kids (doesn’t it always) and ended with getting sober and a nasty divorce (in progress). Not as an excuse, mind you, only by way of a righteous explanation to convince you I’m not one of “those women” who hates herself, puts herself last, and lets her kids win every bid for time and attention.
Except when I am.
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