Ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille! After I had my first son, via C-section, I felt so alive. Vibrant. Blissfully happy. I remember feeling gorgeous in that hospital gown, beautiful, radiant. I gleefully let family take any and all pictures of me. I was on top of the world, in a joy that knew no bounds. This was in the olden days when pictures had to be developed. When I finally saw myself, I saw a bloated, sickly looking person with an ashen pallor and crazy eyes. Yeah, morphine is powerful stuff.
Posted by msmalteaza, 6th August 2013