Background: My service organization participates in Project Lifesaver. It's a program where families who have a family member who tends to wander get a little help. My organization provides transmitters and batteries, the sheriff department sends out a team with receivers when the family alerts their department. We went today to change the battery for a 5 y.o. girl's device. She's somewhere on the spectrum. (Lest anyone thinks I'm a bloody do-gooder, I belong for social reasons as well as the do-good stuff. What else I'm supposed to do now that I'm retired?)
This girl immediately takes my hands and now we are BFFs. The child has no filter and told me she liked my wobbles under my chin. I showed her my under arms and she was entranced by the wobble and played with them until we left. It's been maybe slightly less than two years since I started wearing sleeveless or short sleeved tops. And my world has not come to a catastrophic end. I don't think I'll rush our and get a bikini or even a two piece suit to show off my muffin top, yet I can be comfortable not only showing my wobbly bits, but actually getting a kick out of how much fun Riley was having with them.
This girl immediately takes my hands and now we are BFFs. The child has no filter and told me she liked my wobbles under my chin. I showed her my under arms and she was entranced by the wobble and played with them until we left. It's been maybe slightly less than two years since I started wearing sleeveless or short sleeved tops. And my world has not come to a catastrophic end. I don't think I'll rush our and get a bikini or even a two piece suit to show off my muffin top, yet I can be comfortable not only showing my wobbly bits, but actually getting a kick out of how much fun Riley was having with them.
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