Lumps & Bumps

I looked at this image, and the first thing I thought was ‘look at all those lumps and bumps’ but it wasn’t a negative thought. In fact, the thought tht immediately followed that one was: ‘they are my bumps and lumps, and I love them!’

I look at the line of my body, the lumps and the bumps, and the tattoo, and my mind wanders back to all I have been through (and am still going through) and where I am today. Where I am intensely worried about my son, essentially my life is good. I am happy. I am in a good place. I have family and friends who love me, who appreciate me, who accept me as I am. That folds around me like a warm, comforting blanket, covering my lumps and bumps, but not because I want to hide them. Only because they have to be kept warm too!

A black and white image of my back, showing the lumps and bumps on my body.
My lumps and bumps in black and white

Looking at this image, and the line of my body, my thoughts somehow traveled to the difficult time my son is going through now, and how life is a road filled with bumps too. Somehow that line of my body, and the bump on my hip, made me think of the bump he has to overcome now. And I know he will, because he has an inner strength that will pull him through, and I will be there at his side every step of the way, helping him to get through this. I know he can.

Strange how an image like this, can take my thoughts on roads like that…

© Rebel’s Notes


10 thoughts on “Lumps & Bumps

  1. Life certainly makes prioritize. Yes it’s important to look after yourself but an extra glass of wine or chocolate can help at times too.
    Take care

  2. Lovely image Marie and I really enjoy your positive thinking, I think I certainly need a reminder sometimes to appreciate and focus on the good things around me.

    1. I always try to focus on the positive, even on days when things are more difficult than others. We will just keep on reminding each other, Gem! Thank you for your comment 🙂

  3. Roman told me once that it made him angry when his clients were self conscious about their lumps and bumps. Often it was because their previous partners had told them they were fat and unattractive. It made him angry because he felt that these lumps and bumps were earned by being mothers and life providers and should be revered.

  4. I resemble the lumps and bumps, and can empathize.

    Mileage adds character. That’s what I keep telling myself. Looking at myself in the mirror I think my Kitten loves me for me, and trying to look my best in the clothes she buys me is important to me, and she enjoys the scenery, but it is how I treat her and work towards being my true self that she really loves. Unfortunately that true self can’t turn down a chance for good donuts or a good frozen custard. Hence a fluctuating waistline.

    You have curves. Lush, womanly curves, with stripes of honor from the lives you’ve carried. Character developed from living through firestorms and coming out the other side with a character that still smiles and finds joy. A character that creates and through writing entertains. Thanks for sharing your curves.
    I didn’t notice the lumps until you pointed them out. Stay safe. Be Well.

    1. I think that’s the most important thing we all should do: to be true to ourselves, and to be the best people we can be, sharing kindness and respect, love and happiness. And sometimes we just need a good donut or frozen custard to add to the happiness 😉
      Thank you for your lovely comment, David. My history indeed is written on my body, in lines and lumps and bumps, and I am proud of every one of them as they are evidence of how far I have come. Stay safe!

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