Day 6 - "A Picture of Someone You'd Like To Trade Places With for A Day"
I'm kind of going with what others have said here. I really don't want to be anyone else. Despite the fact that I bitch and complain sometimes about my weight and my struggles and blah blah blah, I've got it pretty good. A good husband who loves me no matter what, 2 beautiful and wonderful daughters who think I know EVERYthing (for now at least) and a roof over my head. Everything else is just gravy (mmmm, gravy.....)
So if I could trade places with someone, it would probably be my mother. That baby over there is me, circa the mid-1970s. And if I were to trade places with my mother it would be during this time period. I'd whisper into my ears - "Don't let food control you." "Don't be afraid to talk to people." "Be happy with who you are, and try to be a better person each day." Because somehow, those lessons got cross-wired for me. And I'm having a hard time with them still.
I was kinda cute then, huh?