It Is What It Is

My butt can no longer pass the pencil test, it holds on to a No. 2.

I can’t sleep through the night without getting up to pee.

I can’t party two nights in a row without feeling like a bag of dicks.

I can’t get off the couch without grunting.

My boobs chatter when I’m cold.

If I sit too long, my butt falls asleep. And then it starts snoring.

BUT…

I’m kinder to my fellow humans.

I practice compassion.

I actively search for good in the world.

I ask for help.

I have more control.

I love more and keep my heart open.

I’m mentally and emotionally stronger than ever.

I appreciate ironies like failing eyesight and sprouting chin hair.

I understand it’s not the load that brings me down. It’s the way I carry it.

I don’t care what people think of my appearance. Mosquitos find me attractive.

It’s all good.

It is what it is.

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