Dear Dignity.....

Where are you dignity? I remember having you at one point in my life, but I seem to have misplaced you as of late. I hope it wasn't something I said or did, because I have the utmost respect for you. I know you're gone, though. I know this because you would never let me wear the same sweat pants every day or go four days without showering. You wouldn't approve of my eating food that my babies have rejected and is now on the floor. You definitely wouldn't have let me go out with clothes covered in yogurt/avocado/hummus stains. 

Could it have been when I was pregnant? When I sat fully clothed with the cold shower beating down on me as I dry heaved? Or was it when I puked bacon in the parking lot behind the bar I was working at? Maybe after the girls were born when too many people to count saw every last stitch of me, especially that lucky student that got to watch as they put my catheter BACK in after my caesarean...

Whatever was the straw that broke the camels back, I hope we can be friends again some day. I know I don't harbor any hard feelings.

Sincerely, Jessie