Taking Paths Less Traveled

Joyful Hiker. Mother. Teacher. Adventurer.

Having not prepped for altitude, I was bound to have some problems. Luckily, taking Diamox regularly most likely prevented me from experiencing altitude sickness as severely as I might of otherwise. In addition to the altitude anxiety, I was also testing out my heel from plantar fasciitis for the first time in over 6 weeks. …

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I’ve been recovering from Plantar Fasciitis… Oh, yes, you’ve heard of it?! I hadn’t heard about it until I finally dragged myself into the doctor, exhausted, crooked from limping, and desperate. Now I’ve joined the PFF club! It seems that everybody who is anybody in the hiking community has had an experience with such fun …

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12 Years in lock down: A Tummy Tale

June 10, 2013

12 Years in lock down: A Tummy Tale

Last month at the Joshua Tree Music Festival, I was eying a sweatshirt in a vendor booth. It was adorable, but was cut so that my belly would show. The owner said “Trust me” and thrust it over my head. I fell in love. I couldn’t believe that it fit, that I loved it and how sexy it made me look and feel.

Last night I couldn’t figure out what to wear to go explore Downtown Riverside. I tried on a dozen outfits, all the while my little short sweatshirt sat patiently getting longing looks from me. Finally I just tried it on. It was the perfect fit once again. Only this time, I didn’t have a shirt underneath. It’s getting really hot here in So Cal, so I was hesitant to wear a sweatshirt. Yet, when I put it on, I didn’t want to wear anything else. My belly button was showing, all its stretch marks in a star pattern from my two children and a previous belly button ring, the little dimples of cellulite, the curves of my failed diet attempts. But for some reason, I felt brave. I asked my size zero cousin… She hesitated, but then, she said, “It looks good actually.” My cousin and I have made a deal to be honest with each other, and I knew her hesitation was genuine and so was her comment. But still, I decided to wear it to the grocery store first to give it a trial run.

Decked out in our heels and jewelry, my cousin and I make quite the show, yet it is always her stick thin body that I feel people staring at. This time I felt all eyes on me. It was bizarre, scary, but encouraging as well. I found my sexy. My size 12 body found a sexy that was against social norms. I noted all the women with much smaller abdomens, covered up, as if there was something to hide.

While I was out, (spare shirt in tow just in case I chickened out) I only overheard one negative comment, but I blew it away. It didn’t matter. I felt sexy and I decided that my tummy was going to come out of hiding, it has been in jail for long enough. It might be a little battle worn, and maybe I’ll actually put some work into that 30 day crunch routine I got from Facebook… Buy on this night, my belly got to shine.

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