Saturday evening is the Army Ball . My husband and I will have to walk the receiving line and I'll have to smile politely and confidently. The problem is that I haven't felt confident about myself in a very long time. I am not at all vain, but I have always been that 'pretty' girl. Lately I've been sort of an embarrassment. Not that my husband is ashamed of me, but I'm more so ashamed of myself. What happened to me? I've lost touch with myself, and I'm struggling to find her again.
There was a time when I really enjoyed these occasions., now, I usually dread these them. Oh how I WISH I'd known about this protocol sooner so that I could have prepared more for this ball and walked in a woman who was proud of herself. However, tomorrow, I'm okay with walking in, greeting everyone, standing by my husband's side, admiring all of the other wives' dresses and applauding my husband's chosen duty to his country.
Tomorrow night I will be proud of the woman I am, because who I am today won't vanish with the weight, but it will enhance who I've always been and inspire me to continue looking forward. I'm confident that tomorrow evening will be my last fat dance, and that's something to celebrate!
