Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and wonder who it is that is staring back at you?
When I stand in front of the mirror each morning I gaze at the black circles and bags under my eyes. I pinch and pull at them hoping that they will straighten out like creases in the bed sheets – they don’t. In fact, a few early nights and Piglet not waking in the night would be the only miracle cure for them.
As I get dressed into my signature dark jeans and stripy top, I pull it down to disguise my mummy tummy. Standing there I am aware that whilst I weigh less than I did when I fell pregnant with Piglet, my body shape has changed. There are still so many pounds for me to lose in order to feel comfortable with myself. Maybe then I will address my mummy wardrobe and dress a little more out of my comfort zone.
I don’t like to have my photo taken, always joking that I am the one who takes them. The reality is that when my children come to look back on days out and family holidays it will be as though I was never there. No photos of me for them to look back on, just the ones of them and Mr. Boo enjoying themselves. This became apparent as I was looking for some photos for a project and struggled to find anything recent of myself.
Getting over my fear of looking appalling in photographs I decided to make sure that there is at least one photo of me whenever we go out together. Roo is a very big helper in this department and is happy to take the camera and snap away. Whilst I look at the photos with criticism for my mummy tummy, my dark uninspiring wardrobe and the bags under my eyes. My children look at them and see me, their mum and that is all that truly matters.
So… This is me…