Why I Am Not As Vain As I Used To Be

Trent assured me that I do not look like this in real life.  The camera added forty pounds and made me squatter.  Let's hope it was just a bad angle.  I post this picture to make a point.  Let's hope the reason is clear by the end.

  You know you are too vain when you think about your looks almost every second of the day.  Junior High is not very friendly to plain Jane girls.  Developing hips, budding chests, and blooming faces are all cause for constant concern and a general feeling of fat and ugly.  Don't get me started on clothes.  Hair is always a work in progress and constant stroking will not change the color or texture.  
  So glad I do not have the constant pressure anymore.  I realized the other day that I spend way less time thinking about my outward appearance than I used to and more time on how I am on the inside.  I guess that comes with age, but I think it also came because of children.  It takes too much mental energy to worry about extra skin that will only go away with surgery.
  So I want to announce to the world I am less vain than I used to be.  I used to wear contacts, but I don't any more because I see better with my glasses.  They are also very uncomfortable:  Sight and comfort over beauty.  I have a perm.  Let's face it perms are not cool or the best look.  They do, however, take less time to do than they do to wash.  I take ease of maintenance over style any day.  I am also much bigger than I used to be and very rarely berate myself for it.  In college almost every thought was how big my thighs were.  My thighs are way bigger now, but it doesn't bother me as much.  Now, when I exercise I feel good about my body no matter the size.  That is a huge improvement.  Don't get me wrong, when the neighbor girl had a stunned look on her face and told me I was pretty it made my year.  I don't claim no vanity, just less.  So, as vain as this post is, it could be worse.  Happy thinking less about the outside day to all.