I don't know her name.
She doesn't have a child in my child's class.
But I notice her every day.
She has a perfect body!
I don't know what she does but she could easily be a gym or fitness instructor because she wears skin tight sporty type clothes
It's the kind of body I don't expect to see on a mum with multiple children.
If I was an immature high school girl, I might be inclined to mutter unkind words (possibly starting with 'b') under my breath.
But as I was walking behind her perfectly-toned-with-not-one-gram-of-fat-lycra-clad body this morning, I had these thoughts...
I wonder if she knows how much other mums
I wonder if she thinks she has a perfect body.
I wonder if she has self doubt about other issues or if her life is perfect because she has a perfect body.
She must have other woes, nobody's life is perfect, right?
I just wonder what they are (I'm nosy like that).
And then a funny thing happened as I was walking home.
I noticed my shadow in front of me.
And guess what?
It was perfect.
I don't need to lose weight, I just need to be elongated.
Then I'd be perfect and have nothing to worry about.
Even if had a perfect body I'm sure I'd find something else would be wrong.
Why do we do this to ourselves?