But last night, I had a moment of panic. And for a few minutes, I decided I wasn't going to go. You see, in 1981, I looked like this:
In case you're trying to figure it out, I'm second from the left. And yes, I had blue eyeliner on. I think that shirt belongs to Jenifer Elizabeth Farrington.
Anyway, that was 1981. Today, I look more like this:
Okay, my hair is red, and I'm probably a tad bit taller, but this is a pretty good likeness. If that doesn't do it for you, this one might:
Okay, okay, obviously, I don't have six nipples. Or spots. Or ears that cover up my eyeballs. Or four legs. But, you get what I'm saying. My size has changed quite considerably over the years.
As I tried on clothes last night, I had that moment where I told myself that NO WAY could I show up looking like I do. I would just give my regrets and stay home. This made me sad. It made me mad at me for not taking better care of myself, in anticipation of this weekend. I had a nice little pity party for a few minutes.
I'm happy to say that I got over that moment. Yeah, I wish I were thinner, had better skin, had a job that others might find interesting, etc. But, I'm guessing the majority of alumni feel the same way.
I don't ever want my appearance, or lack thereof, to ever keep me from doing something I enjoy. I am what I am. I'm a big ball of fun. And, I'm going to go to Terre Haute, honeymoon with my husband, tour that high school I've thought about for so many years, and take so many darn pictures, you'll grow tired of looking at them! I'm not going to worry about my gut or my butt. This gut and butt are part of me, and the journey I've been on for the past thirty years.
So watch out Terre Haute, I'm coming back! And, oh yeah, Baby got Back.