Kozzi-portrait-of-a-senior-old-woman-listening-music-1182 X 1776It’s sad but true. I hate looking in the mirror. I hate the way my clothes fit. I just hate…

Hate is a word we’re not allowed to use in our house… not out loud.  But I say it to myself all the time, in my head.

And it hurts.

How did I get here? How do I get out… get out of this body that I’m trapped in?

I used to love to exercise and treat my body like it should be treated. And I felt good… I even had a swagger about me.

Now I just sneak around hoping no one sees me. But how is that possible when I feel like I’ve doubled in size? I’m hard to miss now.

I definitely miss being in photos with my children. You know the ones, those awesome candid shots showing us loving life, loving each other and loving ourselves. It’s been a few years since I’ve felt like standing in front of the camera and not behind.

How did I get here? How do I get out… get out of this body that I’m trapped in?

What do I do? Where do I start? I don’t want to hate anymore.


Hi, You can call me Leona... but I may not always respond. Leona is not my real name, it's more of a Nom de Plume. Isn't that fancy? You see, Leona, is someone I don't like, someone who makes me angry. So I use her to channel my BLUNTmom posts that most of the time wouldn't fly over at my "real" blog. So thanks, Leona, at least you're good for something! (Wasn't that nasty? That was Leona writing...)


  1. Don’t let the burdens of your past be obstacles of your future. What’s done is done. It can’t be changed. But you can change today, tomorrow, and the next day. Move on and take it one day at a time, knowing that each day you are getting a little bit better.

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