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.