I was tagged a few days ago to participate in the “I feel beautiful” challenge that is going around on Facebook. If you haven’t seen this particular Facebook meme it works like this, a friend uploads 5 pictures of herself that make her feel beautiful, and she tags 5 friends to do the same thing.
The only problem is, I don’t feel beautiful.
I have never felt beautiful.
I don’t have a single photograph of myself from my entire lifetime where I look at it and think that I looked beautiful in the picture, or that I felt beautiful on that day and time.
To put it simply, I have never felt beautiful. Ever. READ MORE
Each time I open one of my kid’s lunch bags, I feel like a TV executive looking over the latest Nielsen ratings. The goldfish are gone—yea, we have a hit. The popcorn looked like a sure-fire winner yet it was untouched. Pull it.
I am ruthless. I can’t waste time and money on a snack that doesn’t score.
As a mom, I have to make quick decisions every day. Many are no more important than what snack to buy at the market.Too often the stakes are higher. Some choices, whether they are made quickly or with much prayer and thought, have deeper consequences. READ MORE
Another body part is retiring. Well, 2 actually.
I have made no secret about the fact that I am in a state of simultaneous mourning / elation this year. 2014: the first time in 6 years that I will not be pregnant or nursing — because we have decided to retire my uterus and declare that 3 kids in 5 years is probably enough kids. READ MORE