amount of work a maid-less work-at-home mom like me does – you know, tending
to a toddler, cooking and dishwashing, keeping house, and writing articles for
12-14 hours a day and many others – and if at the end of the day, you still have
time for anything else and still look as preppy as
Lucy Torres-Gomez, please, let me know.
2. We have great friends and kids who love us regardless of how we look. That’s all that matters. The day other people like me better than
my kid does is the day I start worrying.
easy it will be to breastfeed whenever we’re out, not on what would be pleasing
to onlookers’ eyes – which is why I often wear those “abhorrent” dresses
and easy-access tank tops. If you had breastfeed even for a day,
you’ll have a hint of what I’m talking about.
sometimes, not at all. I don’t know what TV shows you’re watching or what magazines you’re reading, but that’s the reality of maternal biology for you. Just because I’m no
longer svelte doesn’t mean I don’t exercise or work my ass off around the house.
simply breastfeeding and approximately 160 vacuuming and mopping the floor, 100
gardening, 100 dishwashing, 200 cooking, 150 cleaning the toilet, 300 feeding/
bathing/ taking care of my kid and weekly, 300 calories folding clothes and
doing the laundry. Also, I usually travel and run around with my toddler on
Sundays. ALONE. That’s probably more calories I burn than you hitting the gym
an hour a week or doing your extracurriculars.
that a woman who appears significantly different today from when she got married five years ago is in a
lousy marriage, well, truth be told, I know more “losyang” (not my word) women
who are happy and content with their marriages than chic and vain women who are.
am preoccupied with anti-agers, massages, clothes, make-up, sunscreen, fat, and similar woes. Honestly, if you knew me well enough, you’ll
know I have never been that kind of gal. I don’t like wearing make-up, I dress
as I please, and I’m never bothered about zits, freckles, wrinkles, or dark skin
(Filipinos are inherently tanned, you know). I mean, what are you? High school?
validation to know our looks, and more importantly, our lives, are glowing
the gossip-mongering, shall we?