Is it just me or do you ever feel stuck in the middle?
There’s no place like the beach to make you compare yourself to everyone around you. As I walked around the beach yesterday, I saw women bigger than me and smaller than me. I saw people richer than me and poorer than me. I wasn’t the most beautiful girl on the beach by far, but my husband would say I certainly wasn’t the least beautiful.
Everywhere I turned, I felt so average, so middle of the row.