On Being Cute
8:03 AM
Last night I had an interesting experience. A friend of mine told me that I look really cute pregnant, followed with the clarification: "I know you never feel cute pregnant, but you really look cute pregnant." I smiled and said thank you, as my mommy trained me to do. Still, it kind of took me aback. I realized that even though I often feel that I am in extreme discomfort with the heat and humidity and crazy shooting muscle pains and general fatigue, I don't feel that different than I did before. Sometimes I still get surprised when I look in the mirror, because I look exactly the same - only with a HUGE belly. It's like I haven't changed at all and this whole pregnancy thing is all a figment of my imagination. Anyway . . . back to the cute thing. I didn't like being told how I felt. I actually still feel cute. Call me crazy. Acknowledge that I have a way over-developed sense of vanity. Whatever. I almost always feel generally cute. I also assume that most people can tell that I'm cute (ok, "cute" may not be the word choice I would generally go for. I'd probably choose something like "wildly attractive," but that's just my sense of hyperbole coming into play again). I figure being pregnant is kind of like being bald:
I still felt cute (mostly). I was definitely glad to not be bald anymore when that stage passed, but the lack of hair didn't detract from my cuteness. Being pregnant, I am fully looking forward to wearing real clothes again and being able to slip through a crowded room without bumping people, completely unaware of the actual size of my bod. Still, I'm cute. And you can't take that away from me. I'm not sure if that's weird, annoying, or good. Hopefully I can successfully transfer that to the rest of my life, just like Amy is in the process of doing. Although, sometimes my lack of caring what other people think about me has actually caused more problems than it has solved. Meh. I'm sure I'll find the balance somewhere. Or not. Who needs balance, when you're cute like me? Exactly.
I still felt cute (mostly). I was definitely glad to not be bald anymore when that stage passed, but the lack of hair didn't detract from my cuteness. Being pregnant, I am fully looking forward to wearing real clothes again and being able to slip through a crowded room without bumping people, completely unaware of the actual size of my bod. Still, I'm cute. And you can't take that away from me. I'm not sure if that's weird, annoying, or good. Hopefully I can successfully transfer that to the rest of my life, just like Amy is in the process of doing. Although, sometimes my lack of caring what other people think about me has actually caused more problems than it has solved. Meh. I'm sure I'll find the balance somewhere. Or not. Who needs balance, when you're cute like me? Exactly.
4 comments:
That's exactly how I hope my daughter will feel about herself no matter what stage of life she finds herself in. Of course this means Mama must work a little more on this to foster such confidence in herself, but we're getting there .... slowly. ;0) When do you get back to the US. I need to mail you a darling outfit!
I love you!!
Well said, you cute thing!
Yep. Thanks for letting us check in. Still cute!
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