tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571238967019462780.post8017915105328229886..comments2023-06-14T05:33:24.525-07:00Comments on A Stuffed Life: Who Are You?Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818135004045748078noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571238967019462780.post-23591754934916734442009-03-12T05:06:00.000-07:002009-03-12T05:06:00.000-07:00At 35 and 45 I had absolutely no issues with who a...At 35 and 45 I had absolutely no issues with who and what I was. At 54 I still know who I am and I'm comfortable with myself but I now want to know what my purpose is here on earth. My daughters are married and have emmigrated and I no longer function as a granny - so what is my purpose now? My husband has loved me for 32 years and I have friends who have loved me for 40! I was also an only child and well loved by my parents. But despite being well loved, I still must have a purpose<BR/>!<BR/><BR/>PatSouthern Bearshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01951949468586479699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571238967019462780.post-25884649387918910082009-03-11T14:53:00.000-07:002009-03-11T14:53:00.000-07:00Amanda, I think kids make fun of each other no mat...Amanda, I think kids make fun of each other no matter what they look like. It's just because they are starting to develop social skills and don't know how to express their feelings so they feel afraid or insecure and tease each other. I am sure you were a very pretty girl, and I am sure you're a very pretty girl now! <BR/><BR/>Tameka, (what a lovely name) I have always been very much like you. I never really have cared what people think of me one way or another. I am an only child and I am very self aware in many ways, but in others I am discovering lately I am not as much as I thought I was. Who knows maybe in ten years when you hit 45 like I am you will go through a similar thing? Or you might never go through it. I am not sure what's prompting me to go through this now. Like I said though, I am sure there is a reason and it will present itself soon enough. It bothers me a little that I care about this all of a sudden. I suspect it really does have something to do with realizing my mortality. There comes a day when you realize you aren't going to live forever or be young forever or have your family all your life, and it's a harder pill to swallow than I ever thought it would be.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818135004045748078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571238967019462780.post-14331503759173243662009-03-11T10:21:00.000-07:002009-03-11T10:21:00.000-07:00What an insightful, thought provoking post. I gues...What an insightful, thought provoking post. I guess I'm of the rare types who has somehow almost intrinsically always known who I was/am. Perhaps, it is because I spent an inordinate amount of time alone as a child. Most of my friends were imaginary extensions of who I am. That time spent alone has been both a blessing and a curse. I know who I am and am not at all interested in the perception of others namely because it doesn't matter. Y'know? It's like truth-it just is, and while my truth may not be someone else's it doesn't make it any less true. <BR/><BR/>My husband doesn't even try to express who it is that I am or what it is about me that he's loved for twenty years, it just is. I'm often described as , "Tameka"-I guess that's the only way to put it. <BR/><BR/>Physically, I like the way I look, I wish I saw myself through the same set of eyes at twenty as I do at 35, perhaps I'd have been happier, but I'd still have been Tameka...or maybe not.T.Allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07288157852760931385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571238967019462780.post-75462142592748755292009-03-11T08:45:00.000-07:002009-03-11T08:45:00.000-07:00I have had issues with how I look, getting called ...I have had issues with how I look, getting called ugly by strangers when young never helps. Ginger, speccy foureyes, fatty, I had it all. Of course now 40, time and myself have moved on. I've had long conversations with friends as I run a slimming club and how we feel and look are always closely connected. They don't care if they should or should'nt be like that, thats just how we can feel at times. Never judge a book by its cover, we're all guilty though, but I always hope someone takes the time to peak inside the book and find out for sure. Still feel speccy four eyes, ginger kid sometimes, but in a kind of nostalgia, ahh poor kid kind of way. Almost as if it was someone else. Thank goodness for time, hair dyes, healthy eating and contact lenses, LOLAmandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09023925707643985411noreply@blogger.com