Today I was sitting in The Hubby's truck getting at the grocery store with my hand hanging out the window. I looked in the side mirror at my hand and was stunned by how aged it had become. Wow, what happened here.
This is what I looked like at age 4:
And this is what I saw today:
What happened to that little girl so many years ago. She's still here somewhere beneath the extra skin and hefty body. Now don't get me wrong, I like myself. I may not be too happy with how the body has kind of let me down but I don't make myself nuts over it. It is what it is. I have other things to get all bent out of shape over than to worry about the shell. I need to get the engine and brain happy.