It had been an age; a lifetime since I had done this before. My mind went back to that day. The woman’s voice echoed down the years.
“If you can’t lose weight for that day, frankly you never will”. She spat the words out over the telephone. I could almost see her upper lip curling in contempt. Yet another stupid young woman concerned about her appearance.
I stood before the mirror yesterday and thought again. I hadn’t in the end lost the weight at all. But she was wrong. It did eventually go.
Different this time and yet the same. Appearances change. Do personalities? Do we change?
I’m not sure. I think I know one thing. I was enough then. And I am still enough.