The Trouble with Tracy...

There are so many ways to finish this sentence, where to begin?

The trouble with Tracy is that she has no filter.
The trouble with Tracy is that she has no shame.
The trouble with Tracy is that she lives with central pain syndrome.
The trouble with Tracy is that she has OCD when it comes to her housekeeping.
The trouble with Tracy is that she can be a bit sensitive.
The trouble with Tracy is that she can't say no.
The trouble with Tracy is that she reads too much.
The trouble with Tracy is that she watches too much TV.
The trouble with Tracy is that she is too open with her kids.
The trouble with Tracy is that her family is her whole world! (Everyone, everywhere)
The trouble with Tracy is that she is clumsy.
The trouble with Tracy is that she loves her husband to distraction.
The trouble with Tracy is that she has a warped sense of humor.
The trouble with Tracy is that she has childlike faith.
The trouble with Tracy is that she is always away with the faeries.
The trouble with Tracy is that she never gives up.
The trouble with Tracy is that she has anorexia reversa (looks in the mirror and thinks she looks great - haha haa!)

Yes, there are many things that can be said about me, some good and some, well... not so good.  However, the truth about Tracy is that I am a forty year old woman who is trapped in a very inconveniently flawed body, my self esteem is pretty average, but my attitude is is pretty great.  Hey, I am doing the best I can with what I've got!

There are many reasons for me being the way I am and choosing the life that I live - too many to get into.  

I would encourage any and all readers of this blog to consider that making a judgement on my life or anyone else is distasteful.  Always remember that you do no know what battles they are fighting.