Just a little daydream I had today while hanging out in the bathroom.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?
Not you fat ass!
Me-"Um, babe can you bring me a broom"?
Babe-"Sure, what happened"?
Me-"I accidentally threw my brush at the mirror again"!
I remember when this body was something I was prideful of. Maybe a little vain about. My hair was long and shiny and I was proud to go out in public. Now these breasts that I wear, have started to droop and this belly is covered in lines. Tell tale signs of age are marching across my face. My butt isn't quite as firm and my skin is not as soft as it once was.
My youth is slipping away and I feel time is no longer my friend. The years that strech out before me are now full of a kid who will be in college in the next four years. Little cousins who are now married with children, parents that are getting older.
I think Braedon was going to give me some of that back. I think I was hoping to be that Mom again with the little baby. The innonecence of them almost transfers to you. You just can't be that old when you have a baby in your arms.
Now I am left with more strech marks and broken heart, breasts that are empty of life and a knowledge that I can't turn back the clock.
I miss my youth right now. But I think I am just missing him and it makes me want to find that place in time that I have now lost. My own innonence that I lost with him.