Sometimes, Confidence sucks dick

So my confidence sucks today. I didn’t want to do the fitgirl photochallenge because I don’t feel fierce at all. I took 500 pics, none of them any better than the last. Then I said screw it, go look in the mirror and check yourself out, go list all the things you hate about yourself and get it over with. I have done this with the kids before giving them 5 minutes of freaking out and then told them to get over it so I figured I better do it with myself. I started with all my sagging skin. And I started crying because I truly hate all of it. I hate my thighs. I hate my bingo wings. I hate Dolores my gigantic pooch of Fat flap that hangs beneath my belly button. I cried and then I cried for a few minutes longer. But then just for the hell of it i I flexed my right arm and I shut up because there amid the bingo wings, and the stretch marks and the tattoos was a bicep. A bicep that I could actually see. One that I had worked for, sweated for and earned. So today, I may not be feeling my fierness, but I am feeling my baby biceps.