This post isn't about the top...
Or the bottom.
It's about the middle.
The Menopause Middle!
Ok, MY menopause middle.
I've been lucky all my life to be able to eat whatever I wanted to. Even after seven kiddos I was skinny.
Pissed some gals off.
Got told by a friend once at a Little League game my boys were playing in, that women from the opposite town didn't believe I really had five kids. WHAT??? Seems they could have found something better to talk about....
Truth was, I HATED being skinny.
All my life I was S.K.I.N.N.Y.
The chubby kids weren't the only ones teased about their looks. Or called names...
"Don't turn sideways, we won't be able to see you..."
And a few more I probably didn't hear.
Then the teen years came...
Thought smoking would be cool. Ya right...
Keeps you from gaining weight.
Clothes never fit right. I always had to take in the seams on my pants. Even after sitting in a tub of hot water with them on, trying to shrink them! (did you ever do that?)
Then I hit forty,
decided to quit the smoking,
gained 20 lbs....in the boobs of all places!
Then I hit fifty, still not so bad.
Then sixty came to call
and there went the middle.
Guess it's catching up with the boobs.
I don't have to sit in a tub of hot water anymore.
And really, who cares anyway...
More to love, right?
Wait till you see the next subject...