Buryvia Daily Prompt: Bury

I have a confession to make.

Every morning for the past 3 years I’ve buried a woman.  Some nights I dig up her grave, reminisce over her and in the morning, I bury her again.  It’s morbid.  I should just let her go and rejoice in life without her.

She is me.

I was changed 3 years ago when I found out I was going to be a mother.  It’s so cliche – but you are changed.

I enjoyed my life prior to children – I drank socially, partied most weekends, ate soft cheeses, sushi and stayed up past 9:30 pm on a weekend!  I went to dance clubs, had a smokin’ body – looked after said body with a rigorous workout routine.  I had perky boobs a firm butt and no stretch marks.  My hair was long, lavish and washed most days.  I could wear skin tight jeans that showed off just the right amount of curve.  I could rock a thong and not feel silly.  If I wanted to, I would pick up and move at the drop of a hat.  Hell, if I wanted chips at 2:30 in the morning, I could go get some chips!

Then – 2 lines on a pee stick and I was changed.

I enjoy my life now.  I have two beautiful children who have stretched my body and heart in ways I didn’t know possible.  I still drink socially (if you count drinking with a dog, cat and husband being social), but its less frequent-ish.  I go to parties…but these are generally filled with other small children.  Soft cheeses give me heartburn and the last time I had sushi I got food poisoning.  I rarely have time to deep condition my hair, I rock comfy pants. My boobs – well, let’s say 2 bouts of breastfeeding and they aren’t where they used to be! I teach a dance fitness, and while I may not have the smokin’ hot body of the 25 year old me, I have a body that moves with grace and pride, after all, it grew two humans.  I have more curves, and they’re softer but much better for small bodies to be comforted with.  Now, I just find thongs uncomfortable.

This may sound like I’m complaining – and there are some days where I really miss that girl, but every morning I bury that girl, because the woman who gets up has two sweet souls who adore her.

 

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