I’m not sure what you see.

I often wonder how others see me.  I present myself so clearly here.  I’m naked, raw, vulnerable, available.  But what does everyone else see?  How would people who know me describe me?  What do they see?

I see a slightly plump middle aged woman who’s horrible at picking men, stellar at her job, passionate about her child, and invested in her art.  She’s deeply private and can’t rely on most of her friends and so has turned to the internet for a richer, more supportive community.

She drinks too much on occasion, occasionally forgets birthdays, and frequently yells at her spastic dog.  

She also catches and releases everything not deadly or a cockroach and will move mountains to be there for you in your time of need even if you can’t move a speed bump for her.

I have days where I think I’m hot and wonderful and days where I’d like to slice the fat off my body — though thankfully with age those days number in the less than 5.

I wish I read more.  Can you tell I don’t?

I hope I seem honest here; I really aim to be.  But sometimes I just can’t believe my eyes.  Is this even really me??  

I’m at once proud and ashamed of my life; I’ve done so much.  It’s overwhelming and humbling and frustrating.  

I’m still trying to figure out the balance between what you and I see of me.  Are we the same coin, but different sides?  Or two completely different currencies?  Which is more valid?

What do people really see in me??

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