Girl time, and confidence
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brightlotusmoonBilly and Charlotte are over; Billy to watch NASCAR with Adam, and Charlotte to do her weekly "housecleaning in exchange for me buying her cats' flea drops" visit, and of course to hang out with me. Now she and Adam are plotting -- with my permission -- to rearrange our bedroom.
Charlotte, being menopausal at 31 due to her hysterectomy, needed one of my T-shirts before she overheated and had a hot flash. She showed me the T-shirt she'd taken, and I, without thinking, made the off-hand comment, "Oh you can keep that. It's too tight for me; I've gained too much weight."
(Charlotte is six inches taller than me and also a former anorexic, but she needs to still gain about ten pounds in general. She and I have gone through a lot together when it comes to our bodies.)
She smiled, shook her head, said I looked just fine. I pulled up my shirt and patted my belly, which had gotten softer over the weeks. I said, "Look, it's all jiggly!" In response, Charlotte pulled up her own shirt and showed me her belly, which was much more rounded than mine. She ran her hands along my ribs and belly and said that my belly didn't even stick out and she could still feel my ribs. "Just because you've got a soft jiggly belly," she said, "doesn't mean it's a bad thing. It's just a woman thing. It's meant to jiggle."
I said, "Okay. How about this? Whenever I feel really bad about my body, I call you and we get together and make each other feel better about having feminine curviness? Plus we can exercise and do yoga."
Charlotte and I have been trying to plan out a "workout schedule" for a while anyway. She is geographically the closest female friend I have -- her house is a twenty minute drive away, and I can walk there from the Rockville Metro station if there is no one to drive me. She is also my oldest female friend since moving to Maryland. And we have this interesting psychic connection, although she is better at the telepathy/empathy thing than I am. So it makes sense that I'd want to turn to her for help with exercise.
I'm just relieved she has finally gained enough weight. I've seen her at her lowest. 85 pounds on a 5'5" adult woman is horrifying. The most I have ever seen her weigh was 130, and ten pounds of that dropped too quickly when she stopped eating for a while due to stress and endometriosis agony, even after the hysterectomy. But she now has color in her skin, her hair is shiny and bouncy, and she has boobies and an adorable belly. I'd say she's between 120 and 125. And she always reminds me, in some way, that I too am beautiful. It's no secret that we share a sexual attraction (which our husbands are amused by). But more than that: Every time I look at her and she looks at me I know we can be strong and keep going for each other, and continue recover together.
Charlotte, being menopausal at 31 due to her hysterectomy, needed one of my T-shirts before she overheated and had a hot flash. She showed me the T-shirt she'd taken, and I, without thinking, made the off-hand comment, "Oh you can keep that. It's too tight for me; I've gained too much weight."
(Charlotte is six inches taller than me and also a former anorexic, but she needs to still gain about ten pounds in general. She and I have gone through a lot together when it comes to our bodies.)
She smiled, shook her head, said I looked just fine. I pulled up my shirt and patted my belly, which had gotten softer over the weeks. I said, "Look, it's all jiggly!" In response, Charlotte pulled up her own shirt and showed me her belly, which was much more rounded than mine. She ran her hands along my ribs and belly and said that my belly didn't even stick out and she could still feel my ribs. "Just because you've got a soft jiggly belly," she said, "doesn't mean it's a bad thing. It's just a woman thing. It's meant to jiggle."
I said, "Okay. How about this? Whenever I feel really bad about my body, I call you and we get together and make each other feel better about having feminine curviness? Plus we can exercise and do yoga."
Charlotte and I have been trying to plan out a "workout schedule" for a while anyway. She is geographically the closest female friend I have -- her house is a twenty minute drive away, and I can walk there from the Rockville Metro station if there is no one to drive me. She is also my oldest female friend since moving to Maryland. And we have this interesting psychic connection, although she is better at the telepathy/empathy thing than I am. So it makes sense that I'd want to turn to her for help with exercise.
I'm just relieved she has finally gained enough weight. I've seen her at her lowest. 85 pounds on a 5'5" adult woman is horrifying. The most I have ever seen her weigh was 130, and ten pounds of that dropped too quickly when she stopped eating for a while due to stress and endometriosis agony, even after the hysterectomy. But she now has color in her skin, her hair is shiny and bouncy, and she has boobies and an adorable belly. I'd say she's between 120 and 125. And she always reminds me, in some way, that I too am beautiful. It's no secret that we share a sexual attraction (which our husbands are amused by). But more than that: Every time I look at her and she looks at me I know we can be strong and keep going for each other, and continue recover together.
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