Ever Wonder?

Dear Me in the 90's, (Yes, I'm in the letter writing stage...)

You keep asking yourself, "Why?".

No matter how carefully you apply your make-up (all three colours of eye shadow),


or how big you get your hair to stand,
you are the last one standing when there's a meat market event.
Everyone gets hit on but you, even the big-hipped girl who's already married.

Yes, you're smiling, making eye contact doing everything you think you should do-- nothing. Nada. Zip...

...even now, 20 years later, I don't have any answers for you. Sorry.

However, I do have a few things I'd like you to know.

First of all, you rock as a Mom.

When you were forced to be Dad and Mom for a better part of J's young life, you excelled. Remember taking him camping near a deer farm for Easter?
So your judgement of mountain camping in March wasn't the best, but he loved petting the deer and having your undivided attention.

Second, you know this thing you have about feeling fat?
Sweetheart, THIS is not fat.

THIS could be one of the reasons you are not asked out. Would you like to hug a skeleton?

This is fat.


Actually, I don't even like that word, how about "huggable"? and before you go running to the diet pills now knowing what you will look like in 20 years, stop.
You will have a husband who actually prefers you pregnant!
You will never worry about how you look again when you see yourself through his eyes.

Oh, you could use a little sun.

Living in the mountains is not good for your look. You probably sparkle when you enter sunny meadows.

And this night?

The night you got hit on more than any other night in your life?


Still can't explain it, sorry.