Today, these memories act as preventative medicine for my mind as I am constantly bombarded with superficial images of anorexic models portrayed as sex symbols. When I see the skin and bones of models, I no longer feel the envy, because I actively focus on remembering the pain I felt to achieve this.
My ass. I always figured what I couldn't see didn't concern me. But apparently other people have noticed. Men have noticed. Really attractive men have noticed. Really attractive younger men have noticed. As a post-50 woman, I've been told I have a great ass more times this year than in my entire life. From the way things are going, I guess you could say my ass is having a landmark year.