The awkward stages in my life were many. And long. I fact, I am pretty sure I am in one right now. And have been for years.
And I don’t want to even talk pregnancy, definitely, my very worst awkward stages.
You know the cute women who glow, oozing with parental brightness? Their perfectly fashionable clothes stretched over their basketball bellies, somehow making everyone sigh, think admirable thoughts and secretly wish they were pregnant? Even the men.
I was the opposite.
My face and my thighs doubled in size, as did my nose and knees. I was sick the whole damn 9 and looked like it. Sad and vomitus, right to the end. Cheeks of grey hues, eyes dull and lifeless. Friends brought me meals before I had the baby.... it was that bad. I was a stranger. Unrecognizable. I forgot what normal felt like. I would stare at myself in the mirror and will myself to have some glimmer of life. I figured if my countenance was alert, present and pleasant it would cancel out some of the disappointment of having to view me. I was a beached whale when sitting, waddling penguin in motion.
Awkward. Horrifically so. x4
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