This pic was taken in 1995. I was in Florida on Spring Break, wild’n’out. Seeing this picture made me think two things…
#1). I miss my 18 year old boobs.
#2). I miss 18 year old, size 5, flat belly.
When I’m 70 will I look back at my 35 year old pictures and think: I miss that body?
Well. All this talk (and stewing) over being a little chunkier led my friend, Patrice to send me these two pics after she left a hillarious comment on the post…
“Ok so you know that I appreciate a little thickness on myself and a black woman in general. BUT I have gone from a juicy piece of center cut pork chop to a full blown HAM HOCK. LOL it is so true that dressing well is half the battle. The last few times I have been out I decided to wear bold colors and be a little sexy too. It makes me feel so much better. I also have been very EXPOSED since i cut my hair. I can’t hide behind my sleek wrap or a fabulous sew in when I am bald. I think the cut is forcing me to embrace this body that I am working with. On a final note (don’t by clearance) go get two really great bras from a lingerie store. Talk about a self esteem builder when the momma milk jugs look like hot hoots again (I am so glad I ponied up 130 bones for a few good foundation pieces) My clothes just fit better. Teena Marie or Harps ( in southfield and birmingham respectively.) is where I got them. I am SOOO glad I did. I feel sexy even with my chub.”
Well, P, rock on wit ya bad self.
For your entertainment…
This was Tyler. He was a good car, reliable, squeaky but a nice fellow all around.
Unfortunetly, Tyler is now a cube of metal. He’s totaled.
The hubs blew a red light & we were all in crash on Halloween.
Thankfully, the mini-van we hit was able to turn a bit avoiding a direct head-on crash between her car & the side of ours.
She was carrying three small children, we had two and we are all okay except for a few minor injuries, which are mostly mine: back, neck & shoulders.
It could have been so much worse, and I am so thankful Tyler provided shelter for us.
After the crash I turned quickly to check on the kids, within seconds R1 (the 6 yr. old) said: “does this mean I still get to get Halloween candy?” R2 (the 2 yr. old) said: “uh (pause) oh.” They were fine, thank you Lord.
On a lighter note…
For embaressment purposes:
I felt REALLY CUTE on this day in 8th grade when I was about to go on a mini-date with a boy who went by the name, “Pepsi.”
Astonishingly enough, he was smitten with my look.
*Also, these are the jeans I was referencing in this post.*
For your info…
November is NaBloPoMo!
(translation: National Blog Posting Month)
Lots of gloriously mad bloggers try to post once a day in November.
I hope they have fun with that…I can’t even touch it with a 30 foot pole right now.
Have a great weekend, peeps! =)