Hubby found this photograph of me down the back of a cupboard a few weeks ago. I was about 23 years old on it. It made me quite sad because I don't look anything like this anymore and it gave me the feeling that I had lost myself somewhere along the way. And then a few days after that and being fairly new to facebook, I happened upon my first ever boyfriend and "stalked" the photograph pages of his family and friends (I know I know - you shouldn't do it but I bet you all have!). He looks exactly the same as he ever did. ( I only dumped him because he would ask me every Friday night as we waited for my bus, to go for tea on Sunday to meet his Mum and I was painfully shy and the thought of it filled me with dread!!). Anyway, what struck me on all his photos was his lovely wife of almost 30 years - so slim and pretty and so very well turned out in every photo. I realised in relationship terms that whilst I would consider him to be "The one that got away", he might consider me to be " the lucky escape"!!! And so I have decided to up the ante and try to glam up a bit more. I've bought (and applied) nail varnish, booked for an eyebrow shape, incorporated far more exercise into my daily routine and best of all lost half a stone in weight! (The half stone you may remember I put on in Devon in August!). Its made me feel much better and whilst I know I will never look 23 again, I aim to look a lot better at 53!
Look at her poor love - so sweet and naive and not a clue as to what lay ahead of her. Thank goodness I met Mr Heartshaped when I was 29 and didn't let him get away! (In fact the story of me meeting his Mum was horrendously embarrassing - if you meet me you can ask me and I'll tell you - but I'm not putting it on here!)