You look adorable.
You're going grey.
Three kids in, you'd think I wouldn't let the superficial stuff get me down.
That was this week's AHA.
No matter how many times I'm going to hear about how I look, no matter how much I can't stand wearing any pants other than yoga pants, no matter how many times I feel self-conscious, I'm going to have to remember that the body that bore my husband and me three beautiful miracles is, itself, a miracle. It will help to remember that college essay when I'm getting dressed for school and when I want to complain about the way my pants fit. It will help to remember when someone tells me, for the fourth time in a few days, how my eyes look tired.
But people: please. The comments. Unless you have something nice to say... keep it to yourselves.