My sister-in-law (and her family) visited us this summer and we spent the day at the lake. I had already invited my friends Mike and Katrina over for the day. It was a merging of friends and family. Believe it or not, it went well.
My sister-in-law loves to take pictures and she had her camera out all day. Every time I saw her with the camera I ducked under water or stood behind a jetski. I dodged a ton of pictures.
Or so I thought.
Today I found a thick envelope in my mailbox. My sister-in-law sent me a photo album of our day together. There were pictures of my nieces and nephew that brought back so many fun memories. The pictures of my husband, Mike and Katrina were all good.
The pictures of me in the album sent me into shock. I had to sit down and try to put my head between my knees. I say try because I was so horrified I couldn’t take my eyes off the pictures long enough to KEEP my head between my knees.
My sister-in-law managed to get a gagillion candid shots with me in the frame. Oh. The. Horror. I had no idea that I was so hideous!
Health Teachers should blow up the shots of my arms and use them to scare young people into giving up white carbs. My arms should be used in horror films. I know I was horrified.
In all my life, I’ve never seen arms as disgusting as mine in those photos. Never. Ever.
I need a lap band surgery for my arms. I’m buying rubber bands tomorrow for some do it yourself arm band surgery. I don’t have insurance anymore so all my surgeries will be do it yourself.
I’ll update y’all on the results.
KIDDING!
I need to be lifting weights right now instead of chatting with y’all. Sadly, I rarely do what I NEED to do if it interferes with my chatting. I am doomed to forever have hideously disgusting ginormous arms.
FINE! I’ll go lift weights.
Love,
Bitter Marie
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Dear Bitter Marie,
I too can not believe there is more to love of me than before, just try to get the best pose that hides all the “stuff”. It is the only way for me not to retreat to bed & eat oreos until I explode.
Yours Truly
Love to Live in Fantasyland
Now I want oreos. A bedfull of oreos.
You are BEAUTIFUL. Inside and out. I know, I’ve met you in person.
YOU are kind. I know. Because I’ve met you in person AND you said I was beautiful. You are the beautiful one!
Hugs.
When I look at myself in the mirror I think I look okay, at least not bad. But then I see myself in pictures and it’s way worse and I want to die.
Why the difference? I have no clue.
I think mirrors are deceitful instruments of evil.
First of all, how is it that I only learned of your new site just minutes ago? So glad you left a forwarding message at your old place.
Secondly, I haven’t met you in person, but from the photos that you’ve ever posted, I think you are beautiful, so don’t be so hard on yourself.
Having said that, though, I only encourage you to do what you can to make yourself feel good about your body image. I think weight lifting is a good start. I started lifting weights with my husband in the basement 2-3 nights a week about six weeks ago and think I’m starting to see a difference in definition. And hey, even if it doesn’t make a huge difference, I’m doing something AND omg is it amazing watching my husband lift. So sexy.
Good luck!