I did not throw up before, during, or after my 20th High School Reunion.
The most amazing thing was that I felt a sense of belonging. Kind of the opposite of the way I felt in high school.
Or maybe, it was exactly the way I felt. I just didn’t realize it at the time.
Back then, I must have thought there was something more. That “belonging” meant fitting in with the kids who were so visibly popular. Turns out, I belonged with my own friends all along.
And I could have been “belonging” with them all these years. Instead, I lost touch, got busy, forgot how to reach out.
Somehow, I forgot that I had friends. And that I still do.
Oh, also? I love the dress I found. It was so flattering and sexy. Skimming over my baby belly, and somehow accentuating my voluptuous breastfeeding figure while hiding the fact that I’m so lopsided. Or so I thought. The pictures tell a different tale. But just like in high school, I’m the only one noticing or caring or worrying about that.
How do you feel when you run into old friends? Do you find a piece of yourself that you forgot?