tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post5588132717160713757..comments2023-04-22T20:45:41.884-04:00Comments on full hands: Confessionsarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02800138092758321499noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post-72048649453815576302008-06-03T10:02:00.000-04:002008-06-03T10:02:00.000-04:00Oh Sara! You are such a beautiful, wonderful pers...Oh Sara! You are such a beautiful, wonderful person--I had no idea you felt this way about yourself. That emotional eating is a tricky one, but even more tricky is learning to love ourselves unconditionally. You should let yourself be in pictures so your kids don't look back on the photo albums (or CDs) and think they were orphans.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14748454816480995214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post-69510947916833515822008-06-01T09:21:00.000-04:002008-06-01T09:21:00.000-04:00sara you are beautiful and you need to be in those...sara you are beautiful and you need to be in those pics with your beautiful children!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post-80355253088934040552008-05-30T17:30:00.000-04:002008-05-30T17:30:00.000-04:00there is a picture in my head of my mother and two...there is a picture in my head of my mother and two other moms from the neighborhood lying on our floor on their backs with their legs in the air "bicycling" to an exercise record on the phonograph (geez, this makes me ancient I guess). Of course, they also spent mornings drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes and watching "As The World Turns" on our B&W t.v. I remember those neighborhood moms, and of my mother's friends as well as I remember her because they were always around, sharing jokes and gossip and their children's tantrums, trials and mishaps - and of course all their crazy diet and exercise schemes. Nobody actually lost weight, but I don't think they really cared. The point was, you had somebody to share it all with just a kitchen door shout away.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07932167761772165229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post-7342538345180069902008-05-30T07:20:00.000-04:002008-05-30T07:20:00.000-04:00sara - this brings tears to my eyes. why, why, why...sara - this brings tears to my eyes. why, why, why is it so easy to look at our friends and see amazing, brilliant, creative and beautiful individuals and yet so difficult to use that same lens on ourselves? i wish i knew what the answer was. i, too, have a period in my life where there are no pictures. and it was way before i had my own family, so it is pretty much like i didn't exist during that time. how many women feel trapped by this at some point in their lives? and for how many years? it definitely takes courage to write it - i certainly couldn't have done that as it would have meant admitting it to myself.. thanks for sharing this.deborah keischhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428212888544567687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535246666645795951.post-76044534246456034972008-05-29T23:53:00.000-04:002008-05-29T23:53:00.000-04:00I am fortunate that (when I am not pregnant), I do...I am fortunate that (when I am not pregnant), I don't tend to put on tons of weight. But there are no pictures of me, either. Because I hate how I look. I look tired and broken-out. I look like I don't wash my hair. <BR/><BR/>Mommyness makes us feel ugly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com