Our Mistress of Ceremonies for the Five Minute Friday is Kate over at Heading Home. Hope you link up with us and join the fun.
Sometimes I miss being five:
I was pretty happy and laughed a lot without having to justify my joy.
When I cried, it was because of physical pain that subsided, not heart pain that lasted for decades.
My family was close (or at least I thought they were anyway).
There were no rules that you had to color in the lines.
Sure, I knew I was fat, but it wasn't a make it or break it factor of life and acceptance like now.
There was not internet showing me on a constant basis who I was supposed to be.
I was me, and I liked it.
What the heck happened?
I was pretty happy and laughed a lot without having to justify my joy.
When I cried, it was because of physical pain that subsided, not heart pain that lasted for decades.
My family was close (or at least I thought they were anyway).
There were no rules that you had to color in the lines.
Sure, I knew I was fat, but it wasn't a make it or break it factor of life and acceptance like now.
There was not internet showing me on a constant basis who I was supposed to be.
I was me, and I liked it.
What the heck happened?
STOP!
Great post! I have found, though, that once I hit 50 I returned to some of that feeling of just being OK with being me. :-) - Sarah, stopping by from Five Minute Friday
ReplyDeleteI don't have six years to wait on that. I'd be dead by then.
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