“So tell me, why did you let yourself go”
This question has been at the back of my mind since I was asked it around 3 weeks ago. The most disturbing thing about this question is that there is an implied statement within it. It’s saying “hey, you have let yourself go”. Now I have nothing against the person who asked me this question. I know her and love her and I know she meant this without any malice. In fact, when she asked me this a few weeks ago I basically just laughed it off. Then I found myself reflecting on this question — over and over again.
What does it mean? Why does she think I have let myself go? Do I feel like I have let myself go? So many questions and I don’t have any straight answer to any of them.
Letting oneself go basically refers to the physical appearance. So I assume she’s referring to the fact that I gained a gazillion pounds since high school and have stopped wearing so much make-up. I also stopped shopping for clothes, etc. So maybe, just maybe that’s what she was getting at.
To answer her question, I suppose it’s because there’s absolutely no need to get all primped up right now. And, living in a one income home I suppose it’s also not practical. I go out either with Ruy or with my daughter. Sabrina doesn’t care at all about how I look or what I’m wearing . Ruy on the other hand has never ever complimented me when I’m fully made up. It’s always when I’m not wearing make-up and in my house clothes. (PS, the last time he complimented me, I had barbecue stains on my shirt. Now that I think about it, I think it’s the barbecue sauce he found attractive) So what the hell is the point of getting all gussied up? To make other people happy? But I don’t care about other people!
I must admit though. I think I’ve become a bit too complacent when it comes to Ruy. I guess I feel so secure and so I don’t really feel the need to exert more effort. That’s very unhealthy and I really must do something about this.
I realized amidst my reflection that what my friend viewed as “letting myself go” I viewed as a shifting of priorities. I have stopped needing that external validation from random strangers. I used to get a sort of high knowing someone was interested in me. In college I was astounded by how easy it was to have guys fawning over you….a bit of cleavage, a smile, make up…that’s it. But then I realized how unimportant those all were. Because eventually that guy who was fawning over you will find a bigger cleavage, a better smile, etc. and then what happens?
I know I should shape up. If not for vanity then for health reasons. And maybe, one of these days I’ll get my lazy ass going because my husband and daughter deserve a better me — I deserve a better me.














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