Friday, August 7, 2009
You don't look like you ever weighed that much.
Or another popular line, you don't look like you needed plastic surgery. If this is what my arms look like you can imagine what the tummy was like. For the most part though, my arms don't bother me, even with all the extra skin. It never keeps me from putting on a sleeveless top or a dress with spaghetti straps. Hiding I think is worse. I love sunshine on my shoulders and the breeze on my neck. Tee shirts, long sleeves in summer-- Screw it. Most people don't notice anyway unless I point it out. I can see how tiny my arms would be and maybe someday when I'm older (and gravity continues to catch up) I'll do the rest of me. In the meantime, I'm loving summer.