I have spots. I have tried for years many methods to remove
them. On the rare occasion when I was
successful, another one appeared. These spots are not contagious. Although one
or two might jump onto you if you stand too close to me. I have not given up completely trying to eliminate them but I have
finally decided to more readily accept them.
My spots are…on my clothes. I can identify a few personal habits that
contribute to my spotty appearance.
When in the kitchen I wear an apron but my clothes underneath still
attract them. When I eat I often drop a
tasty morsel on my shirt before it reaches my mouth. And I often catch myself wiping my hands on
my clothes, (I know, eeeuu!) Regardless, no amount of scrubbing, pre-treating, or washing ever removes my spots for good.
With this confession, I have
decided that if I live long enough to meet my own incompetence, Aryah, Courtney
and Vincent, promise me you won’t place one of those elderly bibs on me or
worry about my appearance. Just remember
spots do not harm me. They arrive when I
am active and joyful. And until that day,
I choose wear my spots and I choose to wear them with a smile.
Don't worry mom you will never wear an elderly bib on my watch!!!!!
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