I saw this funny online today:
It seemed to hit home, in a way. Not that I am elderly or wheelchair-bound. And not that my self-esteem is stellar. I am, after all, a 52-year old who probably is on the weightier side of the bathroom scales. I have that mid-life frizzy/wrath-of-Medusa hair going on. That Spouse o' Mine tells me I snore. (Well, he does, too!!)
In spite of the above (and more disclosure, no doubt), occasionally I get a positive glimpse of myself in my mind.
"I LOOK GOOD!"
"I can run fast, if I want."
"This cycling jersey really suits me!"
"I can hit the tennis ball as well as those 20-year olds!"
"My swimsuit looks every bit as good on me as those Speedos look on those men."
"Now, go put your pearls on! "
I could go on. Heaven knows, my mind goes on and on and on...
Bottom line on my thoughts about Mid-life Me: I tell myself, "Yes, well; Dearie, smile and just think to yourself, 'What would I look like if I WEREN'T running or cycling or swimming or...' "
And that makes the ballerina in my mind's eye even that much more beautiful.