Saturday, October 04, 2014

The Back of Me




 

My front has always mattered so much more to me than the back.

It dates back to high school where I would work out at the gym and focus only on the parts of my body that I saw in the front mirror. I remember ChildhoodWonder saying to me” what about your back-shouldn’t you work those muscles too?” and I would say “who cares about the back!”



Now in adulthood it is my hair. I literally often can be found at work with knots in the back of my hair but the front being beautiful and styled and lovely. It’s pathetic.

I guess it is a time saver thing? Have to cut out something? I guess the back of me is my basket B? Or maybe even C? I mean what professional adult leaves the back of her hair in knots and never glances at the back of her? I guess that would be me?

Today I was sitting in the second row in a big company presentation and I received recognition for a project and had to stand up and actually thought “shit I wish people were seeing my front-it is so much better”

I like myself so much better in a bathing suit from the front. I like my boobs better than my ass. I like the front of my hair much better than the back (clearly). I like the way my clothes fit in the front better than the back or sideways.

This must all mean something in my life. Symbolize something big maybe?

I personally think it all has to do with brain space. I seem to have more right now than I have had for years and years based on things and issues I am shedding along the way of life. I have had others people backs for so long-now it is time to care about mine? I have to time to focus on different parts of myself than I did in other years?

 

(But actually I have no time. And less and less time. But I do make space for different things now. I don’t sweat the small stuff much anymore be I have had big things to deal with this year.Not much fazes me anymore I can honestly say. That’s the good part of dealing with bigger crappier stuff!

So I find myself lately starting to have my own back-in ways I never cared about before.

Feels a little backwards for me…but good nonetheless.

And I know it is the next stage of bringing me forward.-iwhich I guess is all part of my process