Champ is in Atlanta this weekend for the first of many tournaments the elite teams will play in this summer. T is participating in a local pageant tomorrow afternoon benefiting a couple of charities (I'm such a dork, I can never remember if this pageant is for the American Cancer Society or for the American Heart Association). Although it will officially be announced tomorrow, she has made the US Lacrosse First Team All-State for the second year in a row. She has also been selected to play in the first ever US Lacrosse Alabama/Mississippi Chapter All-Star Showcase tomorrow night. Fortunately, both events are on this side of town so she may be playing lacrosse in her gown, high heels and full-on pageant make-up.This week KJ "graduates" from elementary school and is really looking forward to the pool party afterwards. The other day I referred to her as a middle schooler and she corrected me and said, "no, I'm an intermediate-r." I ran into the mom of one of KJ's friends the other night and she said her daugther is positively freaking out about wearing a bathing suit to the post-graduation ceremony party. I just hate that. Makes me sad that this sweet little girl may miss her party because she's worried about a bunch of bratty 5th grade boys and girls teasing her. It's just not right that a little prepubescent 5th grader has to worry about her weight or her looks. I really and truly believe all these women, you know the ones I'm talking about . . . those moms that constantly talk about fitting into a certain size or tries to lose a bunch of weight right before she goes to the beach, always talking about dieting and obsessively exercises. Those are the moms not helping the situation. Kids pick up on this stuff. Little girls overhear things. Every time you stand in front of the mirror, put your hands on your hips and pout, "God I am SO fat!" they are watching you and picking up on it. You have just reititerated that you, that they, are not enough. Believe me, I think healthy eating habits and proper exercise are important but a healthy self esteem is more important. Do I wish I was 5 or 10 lbs lighter? Sure. But I'm a 4'11" middle aged-woman who comes from hardy Polish peasant stock. It's in my genes. I am built like all of my great aunts . . . short, plump and proportionate. Sure, I wish I was a 5' 9" golden blonde amazon with high Nordic cheekbones. Not gonna happen so I just work with what I have. And quite honestly, I'm happy with what I have. And feel blessed to be me. I like my sweet little size 5 feet. I like the junk in my trunk that fills out my jeans. My friend Margee reminds me all the time, "it's all about the booty." I like my size 38 C breasts. They are not store-bought like many of my friends, they are ALL me. I have a doctor's appointment in a few days and will not be surprised if they find another lump in those 38C (almost D) jubblies during the breast exam. I've found a lump and have been preparing Cosmo in the event another biopsy is necessary. If so, it is what it is. Been down this road before and came out of it fine. This time will be no different.
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