CORRECTION

Recently an ardent fan of mine (READ: coworker who read my blog this one time), stopped me in the halls of work to tell me how much he thoroughly enjoyed my prose (READ: mentioned he'd glanced at my blog). Amidst his praise was the phrase, "I didn't know you had such low self-esteem."

RRRRRRRrrrrrrrr (*sound of car breaks screeching here*) I was stunned.

I have been accused of a lot of things-- subpar intelligence, foul scentedness, obtaining a strong sense of fourth-grade humor-- but low self-esteem? Seriously-- ME?!?

Noting my stunned disbelief, he referenced my entry, "Doing this for real," wherein I lament the changes my body has undergone due to childbirth.

To wit:

"Where had my body gone? My beautiful body with it's toned, golden flesh? And who'd replaced it with this sagging lump of congealed pudding?"

Ahhhh, yes. That was *quite* a time of morbid discovery. I think every woman who has faced the ravages of pregnancy and childbirth can attest to the same feelings of ho-leeCRAP-ishness.

But, let it also be known that I no longer look at myself with the same sense of horror. Nowhere near it. In fact, it's the complete opposite now. I like me. I found my muscles, and I like buffing and polishing them when I can. I'll gladly admit I'm nowhere near supermodel thin but GAH! I never wanted to be!

And that's the bigger point: I'm exactly how I want to be. I gots me some muscles now. And they are strong-- strong like bull. AND I was right: when well-groomed, they are quite lovely.