I want my body back.
My size 4, flat abs, perky butt body.
The one that runs marathons and teaches yoga. The one with completely intact lady parts.
Sometimes I yell at myself in the mirror. Body!
I say. Shape up! Look better!
My body just shrugs and eats another bowl of cereal.
Then I glance at the sweet face of my sleeping son. If lower back flab is the price to pay for
him, well, it’s worth it.
Bullshit! Haha! I almost got you, didn’t I? I would never cut myself that kind of slack.
I just want my body back.
