I’m sure a lot of people look at me and think “What the hell happened?”.
I get it. Trust me, I do.
Practically overnight, I went from a wardrobe full of stilettos, tiny dresses and late nights dancing – to being 30kg overweight, with unwashed hair and a handbag full of nappies and matchbox cars.
Recently, I went to the wedding of a close friend of mine. There were so many girls there from my younger years. I was really looking forward to catching up and having a rare night out to celebrate such a happy occasion. I actually cried a bit when I was invited, just felt so good to be remembered.
Imagine my surprise when no one came to say hello to me. It wasn’t until a few hours in, when I started approaching people to say hello myself, that I realised – they weren’t being rude, it was that no one recognised me. So many blank stares.
“It’s Elise…from Jenni’s place. Her housemate, yep”, “Ohhhhhh my gosh! I didn’t even realise it was you. You look so different”.
Everybody was lovely, they really were. It was just that they genuinely didn’t know who this random dishevelled girl was who was looking expectedly around the room.
My husband reassured me it was because it had been so many years, it wasn’t because of my appearance. Bless his heart. But I knew.
There’s no clocking off when you’ve got two kids and a dog to take care of. Post continues.
I was one of the first out of my group of friends to have kids. So theoretically, I should have lots of childless friends. But it’s actually the complete opposite.
You know how it goes.
“Hey girl, let’s go out tonight.”
“I’m in! Should we invite Pia?”