brooklyngirl
Yankee gone south
I have the ugliest arms on the planet!
I am ridiculously self conscious about my upper arms. My grandmother is 85 and my arms are just as saggy, flabby, wrinkled and dimpled as hers, if not more. They are only rivaled by my stomach/panni which can be covered up with clothes. My thighs are horrid, but I haven't worn any clothing above knee length since junior high, so whatever. My boobs are atrocious, but no one sees them except for the hubby and he doesn't seem to care (lord knows why!) but my arms are not so easy to keep covered, especially in the summer heat in the south.
The first incidence was with a 3rd grader, whose family I was nannying for, in the spring. I was driving him home from school (when it was 92 degrees out and I went sleeveless for the first time) and he said to me "What's wrong with your arms?" I asked him if he meant my birthmark and he said "No, this stuff" and gestured to the batwings.
Now I'm doing ABA therapy with autistic kids. I have 3 students, and the first one stims on my arms. She finds them so interesting that she grabs them and squeezes them repeatedly/obsessively during our sessions, to the point that it's become a problem behavior I have to record data on.
Today my second student, out of the blue, said to me "I want to see arms!" and gestured at the batwings as I was pushing him on a tire swing. Then he stopped swinging and started fiddling with my flub. Then he said "Put hands up!" and wanted me to hold both arms in the air so he could make the flab wave back and forth. Then he said "Get new arms!" and I cracked the fuck up and told him I'd love it if he got me new arms! The conversation ended when he looked me in the eyes (a rarity) and smiled (another rarity) and said "IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!!"
My third student doesn't really communicate, so if she takes notice of my arms, I might fling myself off a bridge.
I am ridiculously self conscious about my upper arms. My grandmother is 85 and my arms are just as saggy, flabby, wrinkled and dimpled as hers, if not more. They are only rivaled by my stomach/panni which can be covered up with clothes. My thighs are horrid, but I haven't worn any clothing above knee length since junior high, so whatever. My boobs are atrocious, but no one sees them except for the hubby and he doesn't seem to care (lord knows why!) but my arms are not so easy to keep covered, especially in the summer heat in the south.
The first incidence was with a 3rd grader, whose family I was nannying for, in the spring. I was driving him home from school (when it was 92 degrees out and I went sleeveless for the first time) and he said to me "What's wrong with your arms?" I asked him if he meant my birthmark and he said "No, this stuff" and gestured to the batwings.
Now I'm doing ABA therapy with autistic kids. I have 3 students, and the first one stims on my arms. She finds them so interesting that she grabs them and squeezes them repeatedly/obsessively during our sessions, to the point that it's become a problem behavior I have to record data on.
Today my second student, out of the blue, said to me "I want to see arms!" and gestured at the batwings as I was pushing him on a tire swing. Then he stopped swinging and started fiddling with my flub. Then he said "Put hands up!" and wanted me to hold both arms in the air so he could make the flab wave back and forth. Then he said "Get new arms!" and I cracked the fuck up and told him I'd love it if he got me new arms! The conversation ended when he looked me in the eyes (a rarity) and smiled (another rarity) and said "IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!!"
My third student doesn't really communicate, so if she takes notice of my arms, I might fling myself off a bridge.
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