This week’s Writer’s Workshop prompt is: Share a photo that was taken of you, that you think really captures who you are.
I pored over photos of the kids and me, of my husband and me, of family and me.
This is a part of who I am.
These are parts of who I am.
And then there’s this.
Taken on our honeymoon in 2002 on a beach in Islamorada, Florida, this is probably one of my favorite pictures of me. My hair. Free. My makeup. Light. The background. Gorgeous. And warm. There are the earrings I lost not long after our return from this trip. There is the bathing suit cover-up that I still have.
This is the real me. Although wife and mother, sister, and friend are all sharing this body, I am still just me. The me shown in this photo. Before the kids outnumbered the parents. Before thoughts of worry lines and Oil of Olay and Mommy and Me classes. Before breast pumps and limited dairy and overburdened Christmases. Before Kidz Bop and cutting up grapes. Before G movies. On repeat.
Before everything, I was, I still am, just me.