Who the hell wants sad thighs?

So I stand there naked in front of the mirror and examine my 52-year-old body. Tugs a little and rolls, turns around and notes that that bum looks more tired than plump. Lifting a tanned arm, I'm a little disturbed when I see the gas blue frill swaying underneath. I who have always been so happy and satisfied with my arms and shoulders. Now I rather think that the sleeveless and tank top thing is no longer for me. I am a little surprised that the body fat has relocated and now has its hang in new latitudes. I'm not entirely sure I'm that happy about the new placements that have emerged.

I who thought I might be perceived as someone 45 years old, but now I see clearly that there is a 52-year-old standing in front of me in the mirror. She certainly reminds a lot of the younger one, but the older version just looks older. I smile to myself and find that the corners of my mouth are fighting so hard to go up and it all ends up pulling down from exhaustion instead.

A little sad, but I also see a grown woman with both poise and experience. I think that it could probably have been worse and that I actually don't care.

Suddenly I see my thighs. Who the hell wants sad thighs? I immediately get down again. I turn off the light and listen to the rest of the house and note that no one is outside the bathroom, so I can safely step out naked without anyone getting hurt. I'm sneaking through the living room in my birthday suit hoping not to be spotted when I suddenly hear a small voice say -Hey mom! You look so beautiful! It was Doris who caught sight of me from the sofa where she was sitting. I hadn't noticed her and her spontaneity, which she absolutely couldn't bring herself to restrain, took hold when the mother tried to slip into the bedroom to wrap her body in something that camouflaged most of it.

Boom! Nailed it! I realize that now I have the chance to choose how to behave. It is now that I decide what is important and it is here that I feel that I am "good enough". Imagine if everyone could have the opportunity to be viewed in this filter-free way despite having sad thighs.