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Megan

My friends and I--who are in our 30's--talk about this when we have a chance to talk. We all feel like we're just trying to tread water. No longer drowning per se, but going under quite often.

We're all too busy doing everything for everybody else that when we do catch a glimpse of ourselves or even consider ourselves for a moment, we recoil at what we do see in the mirror--figuratively and literally.

Thanks for the post!

Dee

I've been having similar thoughts. I have one daughter who will be 17 in a few weeks, and I see how beautiful she and all of her friends are. None of them are the classic high school definition of beauty. One is African-American with braces. Another is Hispanic. My Anglo daughter isn't the thinnest girl in the class, but all of them with their lovely skin and beautiful eyes are simply, classically beautiful. You were beautiful too. So was I. Too bad we didn't know. :)

Dee

Oh, and I tell my children all the time how beautiful they are. Of course, I'm their mother. Thanks for such a thoughtful post. Yours on Haiti was also.~~Dee

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