Whatever you do DON'T. LOOK. DOWN.

Ok, THIS just happened.

For some odd reason I decided to lift up my tank top and look down at my belly and feet.  DO NOT ask me why.  I'm pretty secure with my body.  It's a bit softer than some of my industry peers, but I really don't care as all my goals are currently being met, and quite frankly it's never stopped me from getting YOU ripped if that was your goal.

Anyway.  I actually had a panic.  This is what I saw:

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!!  My nightmare!! ... aaaaaand I must go and get a lint roller.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!!  My nightmare!! ... aaaaaand I must go and get a lint roller.

"OMG, would you LOOK at that bulge".  That was all I could think.  I was a little horrified and started thinking of what's going to happen in the next 10 years to that bulge, am I going to end up with one of those fatty pubic mounds that I hear about on Embarrassing Bodies?

I'm not kidding.  That odd conversation just happened in my head.

MY perfect body.  Functional, healthy, pain free, energetic, size 10.  Able to eat treats without guilt or fear.  The body of a normal healthy woman with NO mood swings, menstrual issues, insomnia, depression.

MY perfect body.  Functional, healthy, pain free, energetic, size 10.  Able to eat treats without guilt or fear.  The body of a normal healthy woman with NO mood swings, menstrual issues, insomnia, depression.

However, I do have rational thought on my side.  So I stopped myself mid-flap  And I thought, shit I'll just take a side photo so I can get a better idea of the situation.  And this is what I saw:

I'm pretty sure you will agree that there is certainly no sign of a fatty pubic bone there and the 'bulge' is no where near as big as what I thought when looking down.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY:

Never look down.  Always look up at the world.

Never look back.  Always move forwards.

Don't make up stories about your body when you don't have the full facts.

 

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