Tuesday, November 29, 2011
As I knitted this sweater, I dreamed of fireside lounging with a wine cooler in one hand, crochet hook in the other, random marshmellow smears on the sides of my mouth, kids chattering about frogs, fish and fireflies in the background.
It was a small daydream tucked into each stitch.
The dream unraveled a bit when I tried on the sweater a few months ago.
I suspected I had a body dysmorphic problem. You know, that problem where what you think your looks like in your head isn't what you actually look like.
My knitting needles haven't gotten the memo on my mommy body. Where curves and lovely-for-kitties dough kneading belly are the reality. Not the slim abs and light curves of my teenage body.
It is okay. I'm okay with this body. I'm okay with this sweater. Knit on, I say, knit on.