Lately I’ve been wondering a lot what I look like to other people. Not so much that I obsess over what they think about me, but just kind of in a curiosity way.
Taking the family pictures has been a bit of an eye opener. I kind of picture myself as a fat blob who just kind of rolls herself from place to place and while I am not satisfied with how thin my thighs are, I do think the weight loss is visible, and that’s a happy thing.
But, it’s not just looks… I wonder what people think about me.
For instance, I invite people to a lot of things, and part of me wonders if people find me needy — like I need people around me. I mean, I do… but I mostly want people to feel included, and like I like them. Because I do. I even like you.
I also talk a lot. I annoy myself sometimes, but I just can’t stop.
I also have a lot of vulgar female stories, and I figure that’s just endearing — some people might be bothered by it.
But, I am thankful I don’t obsess over it. I do wonder every now and then though…. don’t you?
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