Not a Hottie Anymore
Posted
Friday, June 29, 2007 10:41 AM
Yesterday was eye-opening and a bit depressing. While stocking my new built-in bookcase/bench with all my photo albums, I retardedly decided to look through a scrapbook I made of photos and memorabilia from my trip to France.
My trip was in 2002 to visit my boyfriend who was living there for 6 months. I was with this boyfriend for 5 years and we lived together - he was the man I thought I would marry. Because of France and how difficult it was for us to adjust after he got back, we broke up, and it wasn't friendly. We don't ever speak to each other now and I miss him so much. It was heart-breaking to look through the photos of us so in love and having such a great time together. And of course I felt terribly guilty because I'm married and happy and shouldn't be even thinking about an ex-boyfriend.
On the other hand, I was also so sad seeing myself as a youthful 23 year old. I was quite beautiful in those photos, in my opinion, smiling with long blond hair and fresh skin. I looked like a hottie. My body was tiny, my clothes were cute, my hair was straight and sexy. And I was young and happy and didn't have a care in the world. I miss that person. I wish I still looked like her, with that hair, that body, that skin. I wish I still had her energy and smile. I don't like getting older. I don't like having a house payment and a car payment and school loan debt. I don't like knowing that my husband never wants to take vacations because they are too expensive and he hates taking time off work. I don't like that he avoids taking pictures and that there are so few photos of me anymore, not like when I was in France and my old boyfriend, who loved photography, took hundreds of fun snapshots. And even if my husband did take more photos of me, I'd hate how they look because I'm ten pounds heavier, my face just doesn't look as fresh anymore, and my smile just doesn't shine like it used to.
I'm very happy with my life, I am. I love my husband and know that I made a great choice marrying him. But how do you know your life wouldn't have been better or more fun had you made it with someone else or did it in another city. I do feel trapped here sometimes. I can't move because my husband's family business has tremendous roots here. I never get to travel because of said job and because of those previously mentioned bills. I know there would have been problems in any life that I could have had, but it's hard to not let my mind wonder. And now, with the thought of having children so in the foreground of my thinking, I have to also wonder if my life will officially be over when that happens, or will it just be beginning.