A couple of weeks ago I posted Here’s looking at you about how I saw myself through the eyes of others and found some confidence.
This week is the reverse of that. It’s an image I absolutely hate. Don’t get me wrong, the memories of the fun we had taking this one are still making me smile. How could running around the North Yorkshire Moors naked in the fog not be fun? And I know Wuthering Heights was set in the Yorkshire Dales rather than the moors but I’m calling artistic license on that one!
It was only later when we were checking the images I saw I’d been enjoying myself too much and I’d relaxed my pose so my horrible fat stomach was well and truly on show. We all have at least one part of ourselves that we detest and my stomach is mine. My initial instinct was to delete the image but I didn’t want that to over shadow the fun. I decided it was going to be something just for us, our memories.
It’s taken me almost two years to go back on that decision and find the courage to post it but I’ve always said this blog reflects me and that means sharing the bad and my horrible wobbly bits along with the good.