Sunday, September 25, 2011

How NFL Cheerleaders Made Me Cry.

On of my less-favorite parts about being a Military wife (besides separations, worry, deployments, uncertainty...) are a few of the visitors the USO sends to base to visit and sign autographs and pose for pictures. While we're always grateful to know that our men and families are supported and appreciated, sometimes those guests just aren't the most fun unless you're a guy with no shame in hitting on the hot women that are standing in the PX waiting to take a picture, flirt innocently back with you, and sign an autograph before you're on your way.

On occasion, we get some really great events and celebs. Take, for example, our 4th of July celebration. The Lt. Dan Band came and did a big concert. Yes, Lt. Dan (aka Gary Sinese) was really there, really sang, and was really awesome. It was family oriented, fun, and just flat out cool. Stuff like that I love.

But the fact of the matter is that most Military bases are composed of male servicemembers, many of whom are single, and therefore most of our visitors are geared towards them. Consequently, we see a lot of cheerleaders.

A few weekends ago the Minnesota Vikings cheerleaders happened to be the visitors at our PX on a Saturday that Derek and I happened to be up on base, having lunch while we waited for his oil change to be done. And it happened to be a particularly uncomfortable "I feel like a whale and I walk like a duck" day for me. On top of the fact that I had discovered yet another round of battle scars (aka stretch marks) making their way up my growing belly.

Let's just say that those cheerleaders and their perfect hair, perfect smiles, perfect bodies with no unattractive marks covering their perfect abs and those damn teeny tiny uniforms were the last thing I really wanted to catch a glimpse of that day while I'm waddling around in maternity jeans with swollen ankles and the inability to see my feet.

I wanted to curse those perfect girls out.

And then I bawled like a baby.

Why? Why did it have to be that particularly lousy-feeling day that I had to see those reminders of the body I'll never have again? And why is it that I am so sad about this all?

I keep telling myself that it's not a horrible awful thing. My body is still my own, it's just a little different now, and for a very beautiful reason that I wouldn't change for the world. But telling myself that and believing it are two very different things apparently. It's a hard adjustment learning to love this new body...and preparing for it to be different once again after the baby arrives. It's going to be a process, but someday I'll get it.

And those cheerleaders can still bite me.

1 comment:

  1. awe girl....keep your head up you look AMAZING! And you know what I kept telling myself as long as my husband likes how I look I dont give a shit what anyone else thinks :-)

    you're gorgeous and you will still look great after your LO arrives and believe me it's so worth the crying and feeling this way...

    and I agree-- those cheerleaders ;)