Reverse me

I realized the other day that yet another thing has changed over the last 18 years of being a Mama and I don’t know when it happened. There’s been so many changes that it’s hard to count but I was getting ready for work the other morning and I was trying to straighten my weirdly wavy hair when it hit me. I don’t ever check the back of me anymore. Like none of it. In fact, I don’t know what the reverse me looks like at all and I can’t even remember the last time I looked.

I’ll start with my hair. I used to really care what my hair looked like when I was young and fit, but now I guess I only care what the front and sides look like because I never check the back. I try and fix it but I wouldn’t know if it looked consistent with the rest of my head or not. Could look like a perm back there, who knows! These days, I have such a limited time in the bathroom to do my hair that I’m just happy that it looks somewhat presentable and then I’m out the door. Long gone are the days of devoting 30 minutes to just my hair and getting out the hand mirror to make sure every strand is perfect and show worthy. Psshhh! Make sure it’s clean, gray is covered and fairly straightened and I’m all good!

Then, it used to be a huge deal to me, all those years ago, that back of me looked as nice as the front. Worked on keeping the love handles at a minimum or didn’t wear a tight shirt that showed them, and tried hard to find jeans that enhanced the behind instead of flattening it or expanding it. Well, let me tell ya something, those days are long gone! At this point, I’m just glad the pants buttoned and I haven’t had to move up a size. Who gives a rats what everything looks like, as long as I think they’re long enough and I can get them on. I can find a shirt to cover the behind if it’s too horrible or wear a dress. No biggie.

I just don’t care as much about the back of me anymore. As long as I didn’t sit in anything strange colored or have any string or weird thing hanging off the back of me, just let it be. It doesn’t bother me as a 40 something mom that my hair may not be perfect in the back or if my jeans make my rear end look droopy and wide. And I love this new freedom! I love that my stresses these days are about things way more important than my rear appearance. What a nice change to have happened!

Anyway, so if you see me walking and notice a rats nest of tangled hair in the back of my head and a sock or dryer sheet stuck to my rear end, just remember that I did NOT check the reverse me that day and have no clue. But rest assured the front of me will be good to go!