This past weekend I was pleased to have one of my high school friends travel from the south and pay me a visit.
While he gained the post high school 10 pounds, I gained the post high school ___ pounds.
So a part of me was feeling nervous and apprehensive.
Saturday night while I washed and retwisted my Senegalese twists I was silently hoping that he would get on the I-95 and keep heading south but by the time 1am rolled around and I was tucking myself in, I also put my nervousness to bed.
Surely I gained a few pounds and while I can eat less and be more active, there wasn't a thing I could do about it overnight. Of course I could have beat myself up over the many nights I came in from work and didn't exercise or the salad I passed over for the sandwich. However I chose to surrender to the moment and anticipate hooking up with an old friend.
So yesterday as he pulled up in front of my building and I strutted out of the front door adorned in a black dress, black stockings and black five inch heels, I strolled with a confidence that surpassed any other feeling I could have had at that moment.
There was a strength in my stride, a pep in my step and self-love abound. I was looking good... no better than good... on the outside and inside there was a mini-parade going on, I felt absolutely marvelous.
We had such an enjoyful visit, full of reminisces and laughter. We chatted for hours and hours and promised to stay in touch. I walked him back to his car and wished him a safe journey and before he headed off, he turned to me and said, "You really look good, you're sexy, you're strong and still so so beautiful". While I smiled and said thank you in reply, I knew it was more than a compliment but a reflection.