Lasting Impressions

I haven't been feeling too good about myself lately. The cold weather makes me lazy - strike one. I've been having trouble with my contact lenses so I'm wearing my glasses all the time - strike two. And I recently agreed to a different hairstyle after my hairdresser politely asked if I would consider updating the one I've worn for the past 10 years. He calls it the 'full Miley.' I should've reminded him that Miley Cyrus is 25 years younger than me. Strike three.

So this is probably not the best time for me to try on 'pleather' leggings from a store for 21 year olds. But last night Abby and I were at the mall. She found a black and white dress with pink kittens (cuter than it sounds) and I found pleather leggings. Why pleather leggings? Why not? I'll tell you why not. It's one thing to see Miley Cyrus in pleather leggings. It's another thing to see Joy Behar in them.

Trying them on did nothing to improve my current deflated esteem so I put them back and helped Abby try on her kitten dress. Of course she loved it, but as she was stepping out of it, she turned and looked at her backside in the dressing room mirror. Then she turned sideways and pushed her belly in and out.

"I've got to get in shape," she said.

Ugh.

I've been fortunate most of my life to not have to worry about my weight. I have other issues, believe me. But a friend of mine who has struggled with her weight and body image said it is like holding a ball underwater. Constant, tedious.

So, for Abby's sake, no more complaining about sagging and wrinkling and things that are there that weren't there and things that aren't there that used to be.

Girls these days have enough balls in the air. They shouldn't have to worry about holding one underwater too.