The Tales of Virago-- A Beautiful Mess

     Trust . Being vulnerable. Taking a chance with someone, by letting them see the inner layers of yourself, sometimes to the point where they are wielders of information that could be used to hurt you down the road if they so choose... OK. So. Where is my rope, ladder, wine, getaway car, and crazy cat (or dog) lady starter kit? I need it stat.      I love people. I care for people, and to lay down whatever I am doing to care for someone else is something I would do in an instant if it is to mean that their day or moment may be a little lighter, or brighter because of it. You never know the battle someone else is facing, or the story that lays deep beneath a persons eyes. Be kind, and gentle in your ways, and hug the ones you love. Hell- hug the ones you can't stand too- they tend to all too often be the ones who need it the most, and fall to the wayside because they have never received the love that they deserve as well. We are all childr...

     It felt as if they were staring at me, but this time I finally had the upper hand. The cool denim made its' way up over the once familiar curve of my body, but this time it felt quite foreign, and a little uninviting. They no longer glided so smoothly, but rather needed more pull, and offered less give when I attempted to zip them. As I went to pull the button closed, it obeyed, but seemed to scowl at me. Lets face it. I no longer fit. I'm pregnant. About a trimester.       Anyone who has ever gone through the breakup of their "sick jeans" may relate to the feelings of which I speak. For that matter- those who have outgrown any clothes, had the winter blues lazy days, had the bikini body mad dash fad craze, or even just the typical freshman fifteen may relate. The actuality and feeling of physical growth that should be a natural part of life , but I so long found morose, and loathed myself for. And to be truthful, some days still do. Congra...