My parents have come to stay and brought a huge box of old photos, many I’d not seen. Pics of me in my early-mid twenties…I never considered myself a looker, I was ok and had boys after me, but wasn’t one of the *Pretty ones. I was looking at these photos and couldn’t believe what I looked like, the fresh skin and eyes, the hair and mainly the boobs and figure…why didn’t I realise I looked like that? Why didn’t I make the most of it, why did I lack confidence and think I needed to lose weight/look better.
I’m 45 now, puffy under eyes, v different figure, a few greys creeping in.
It really shocked me…just all of us, all young people just generally look amazing don’t they?
I wish I’d been prouder of who I was