But until plastic surgery is reality for me, I need to learn to deal with it, somehow. I need to not hate anything about me. That's ridiculously hard, nearly impossible some days. I don't love my melted-candle thighs or my floppy stomach, but they don't bother me as much as those arms do.
But here's the thing: my sister, brother-in-law, and beautiful nephew are coming to visit next weekend. I'm SO looking forward to it. But there's a little nagging voice in the back of my head...there's going to be swimming. I'm going to need to put a bathing suit on. In front of people. Glurp.
I'll do it but it still freaks me out. There's no hiding flappy arms or melty thighs in a bathing suit. And even though I live in Florida, I rarely wear one. There is usually alcohol involved, like when Jen and I went swimming with the sea lions.
I have issues. But we all knew that. So I'm glad I looked at that article. I needed to see that.
On a brighter note, I realized yesterday that I hadn't been to the gym since before I got that sinus infection...before Christmas! Crazy. So I went twice this weekend and my body and mind feel so much better already.
