tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post5286224175260230845..comments2023-03-30T07:04:22.459-04:00Comments on MAMA TO 2 LITTLE MONKEYS: It's About Time!Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-24272161629275964152009-10-16T00:16:26.848-04:002009-10-16T00:16:26.848-04:0014 years old, standing in the gym at my high schoo...14 years old, standing in the gym at my high school. Hearing the other girls beat themselves up about their bodies as 14 year old girls do. When two (the 2 most popular girls in my grade) mention how they hate how their stomachs fold over when they sit down. That they cant stand how they have 'rolls'. At that point my perception of what I looked like was massively, massively screwed up. At their comment I was filled with euphoria, for up until that exact moment I thought I was the only girl under 40 who had a stomach that rolled when I sat. I was ecstatic that these creatures who I though were perfect, had, in fact, bodies who did weird pouch things just like mine. Their stomachs didn't flex and their skin didn't retract to keep their tummies forever taught. They had skin that folded, JUST LIKE MINE. Did that realization keep me from having body issues that would latter lead me to fight obesity? No. I am still there, over weight and trying to love my body the way it deserves. But in that moment 15 years ago, I wondered if it just might be possible that I wasn't such a freak after all.duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10551392923684816740noreply@blogger.com