I used to say that I would NEVER be one of those women who was ashamed of her age. I'm still not, but I'm starting to see why some women are.
I have always had a fairly healthy body image. Granted, I have had those feelings time to time when I've been unhappy with a particular body part. When I was in high school, it was my nose. In college, it was my upper arms. When I was pregnant, it was my ankles (or rather, LACK of ankles). After I had my kids, it was my tummy and my chest (but that's a small price to pay). Overall, nothing terrible. I either work to correct the problem, or just live with it and understand that it's just a part of who I am.
Last week, however, someone guessed my age. He wasn't off by much. He guessed I was 34, and I'm actually 32. I wasn't offended by that comment at all. I was taken aback when he decided to explain WHY he thought I was in my mid thirties. He said my forearms gave me away. My FOREARMS? He said my skin didn't sag like if I was in my 40s, but it's just... there. WHAT?! At first I was just a little offended that he would even suggest such a thing about my body. But there's this little part in my brain that made me feel self-conscious about it. Here I was going around day by day and not even realizing that I have OLD FOREARMS. Yikes!
Well, I do know that this guy may be a little crazy, because I think my forearms are just fine, but that comment will be filed away in my brain next to the comment from a lady at Kay's Jewelry over 15 years ago who shouted at me "Wow! Your ears are TINY!"
By the way, I think my ears are FABULOUS!