I guess it’s inevitable with age but my skin is starting to creep me out. Or crepe me out, as the case may be.
Specifically, it’s my belly that's bugging me.
I look fine standing up, but if I bend over…
It’s not fat; I have a small waist and typically carry my extra weight on my thighs. Especially after my bout with gastritis, I’m as thin as I need to be and there’s no extra fat around the middle. Just extra skin. I didn’t lose a lot of weight either—nothing dramatic enough that I expected this.
It’s been looming for a while. I had thought “if I lose those last 5 lbs, it will go away.” Nope. I may not have a 6-pack but my abs are not bad. I started working on my core more at the behest of my physio, and if anything it’s made me more self-conscious—this morning, doing a plank, I got a glimpse of my droopy skin and it just looks ugly.
On top of everything else, I am now so old that I can’t get my birth control renewed—a low-dose pill I was prescribed to manage perimenopause symptoms. Did I post about the horrors of the waterfall period last time I stopped taking the pill? Dreading that happening again. And having these other more visible reminders of the change pop up is making me anxious.
Is this when I start taking collagen? Or some other supplement? Or do I try (and fail) at body positivity again?
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