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She walked into the coffee shop swimsuit model thin. We
hugged, then found an intimate corner where we could
catch up on her life since she moved. My friend told me
about her exciting new career, the beautiful house she and her
husband had custom-built, and her children’s triumphs in
soccer and music.
My teen daughter is appraising herself in the mirror with her new braces, and I know what she sees. Or, more to the point, what she doesn’t. Because it’s the same thing I didn’t see when I looked in the mirror this morning. Perhaps you didn’t, either?
Yesterday I was spinning plates. You know the feeling. Everything was going right. I was
caught up on all my writing assignments, I had lost a few pounds, my hair actually did what
it was supposed to and I was excited about some new projects.. I had every one of those
plates up and spinning and was feeling pretty smug.
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