I’m starting to get it finally: the “compliment” of being said to appear years younger than I am. It has previously been kind of insulting especially if I was feeling sensitive that day or something. Last night I met one of my Dad’s friends, who was super nice actually but he kind of treated me like a kid, patronizingly asked me how old I was. When I said I was 27, he did a double take and blurted out, “I thought you may be 19!” This is where my Dad jumped in saying how I had a baby to further shock his friend.
I just thought my post-baby body shape just screams out “I’ve had a baby” with the wide hips and my love handles still intact, but apparently it’s not as bad as I think. This is good. I’ll take it! Kim says I’m too hard on myself, but HELLO other moms, didn’t you feel kind of lousy when you still had your baby weight? A freakin’ year later? (If you can’t relate, please don’t respond…)I guess since a lot of my friends didn’t know me 30 lbs lighter, they just assume I’m the hippie (both in style and circumference) person that they know. That looks like a 19 year old. I’ll take it.
Until braces. You’ll read a new low of me whining on here about looking my age.
The older I get the younger I look, it’s very Dorian Grey-ish (but I have made no such pact with the devil.)