I probably think this post is about me
Vanity has always been a trait of mine that I have embraced like one of my own children. It fits me, and the only time it gets in my way is when it cannot be indulged and I have to wear something awful, or someone takes an unflattering picture of me that they refuse to erase. Those things are cause for a major bad attitude and possible tantrums. The kids know more than anyone how vain I am, even with them, as I often send them right back up to their rooms to put something on that I find stylish enough. When Ned brought me "mom jeans" and a huge ratty shirt to the hospital, I explained to everyone that I normally didn't dress this way. When Trast saw me, he asked if I was renting the outfit. Other than that, I am never late because of the hour it takes to do my hair and makeup, as I long ago factored that into my day. While I tend to spend a good amount of money on clothing, I also know how to find a bargain, so I am not in the poorhouse over my outfits.
And now, I find myself having given birth 10 days ago, and I know I should be obessing over Pelham, who is still in the hospital. Instead, I find myself upset that I am wearing a size 14 pants. I find myself browsing diet pill websites, exersize forums, and plastic surgery pages. I don't even want to leave the house right now. OH, Vanity! Lay off, would you?
And now, I find myself having given birth 10 days ago, and I know I should be obessing over Pelham, who is still in the hospital. Instead, I find myself upset that I am wearing a size 14 pants. I find myself browsing diet pill websites, exersize forums, and plastic surgery pages. I don't even want to leave the house right now. OH, Vanity! Lay off, would you?