Too often I ask myself, "Was I prettier then?"
When I plucked the lush forest that lives on my body.
When I bleached the curly waves that grow from my head.
When I strapped my breasts tightly to my chest, pushed them together, just hoping someone would notice.
When I hid my face under powder and my eyes behind lashes.
When I spent my days doing ab isolations, instead of roaming mountain tops.
Was I prettier then?
Why? Because I am happier now.
With wild hairs wandering across my skin!
Breasts free to roam!
A face unburdened by goo, finally able to soak up the sunshine!
And damn, uninhibited happiness is the most beautiful look of all!
So, folks on those days when I ask myself the ever-repeating question, "Was I prettier then" I remind myself of the answer. Impossible.