Should I be grateful or worried?
The camera never lies. Or does it? Reinout identified the perfect Kodak moment in our kitchen. Apparently he had not noticed how large I had grown.
“Wow, honey. You look huge.” He was obviously out to score points. I hid my head in my hands, like the site of me, extra large, would evaporate for good. It didn’t.
“Hold on.” He went to get his iPhone.
“I thought you disabled your camera software.” I said perplexed. Obviously not the case, although he made me believe he had a few days ago when I asked to use his mobile for a picture.
There I was, standing in my bathrobe, red lace knickers (that looks great on a non pregnant gal I might add). He took a couple of pictures. I zoomed in on my boobs. OMG! It wasn’t just that they had grown to humongous proportions. It was the shape. They looked heavy and well pointing at an unnatural angle i.e. south.
“Sweetie do you think they will bounce back into shape again? I want my old 70C’s back.”
“Honey, don’t worry so much. And besides you get a breast op when it’s all done.”
Should I be grateful or worried?
- 5 Comments | life
I’m sorry, but i have read a couple of you comments, and many of the problems you have seem so useless. I think you have allot of positive energy, and you should use that for something good instead of waisting it on pointless day-to-day drivel. My 2 cents. Hope you will be inspired soon! Best wishes
reply to this commentI really like your writing.
The words are crispy and colorful.
/ Kristian
reply to this commentYour blog is wonderful, inspiring and expresses discussions one has in their heads.
reply to this commentKeep ‘driveling’ and sharing as you do now… It allows me to get to know you better, which i consider a privilege!
Your Message@Someone reading:
Yes, you are right. I worry and fret about a lot of things. But I think it’s something I’m not alone in doing. When we don’t have anything to worry about we create worries. I’ve been in situations too when I had real worries. And yet, in comparison to someone elses they probably would pale in insignificance.
I try to write this blog from my heart. Things I live through, see, feel, experience… I also write about my past when the opportunity arise. It’s not always so pretty, but I suppose it’s my way of dealing with certain events in life, as well as my own guilt.
I appreciate your honesty, and I hope you appreciate mine
Susanne
reply to this commentkarima is right !
reply to this commentit’s wonderful