The Hair

Me: "I am so tired of looking this way. Maybe I should try to grow my hair again."

Jackson: "Your hair looks good short."

Me: "Really? Thank you."

 

The Face

I bend down to kiss him goodnight; he bites my cheek and won't let go.

Me: "Goddamnit, Jackson, if you draw blood I will kill you."

He begins sucking on my cheek like a moray eel.

Me: "Goddamnit, Jackson! I cannot go to work tomorrow with a hickey on my face!"

He bites harder, then lets go and looks at me.

Jackson: "Oh my God, there's a crease!"

Me: "Yeah, I'm old, my skin doesn't just bounce back to its normal shape if you do shit like that."

Jackson: *shrieks*

Me: "WHO'S THE MONSTER NOW?"

 

Arms in a Sleeveless Shirt

Jackson: "Stick out your arms."

I stick out my arms.

Jackson: "Now wiggle them."

Dies laughing at the way my upper arms jiggle.

Me: "Goddamnit, Jackson."

 

Derrière

Jackson: "Mom, come into my room, I need to show you something."

Watches me climb awkwardly out of bed in a nightdress, gives my ass a horrified look.

Me: "I saw that look."

Jackson: "What?! I didn't say anything!"

 

Knees

"Your knees look like butts."

 

Legs

Looks at me wearing yoga shorts.

Jackson: "Your legs look . . ."

Me: "It's called cellulite and it's totally normal."

Jackson: (silence)

Me: "Trust me, I will never leave this house wearing yoga shorts."

Jackson: (politely) "I like your long yoga shorts* better."

 

*I'm pretty sure "long yoga shorts" are actually yoga pants

 

Feet

Me (walking into his room): "Jackson, I need you to take out the --"

Jackson (yells at my house slippers): "WHAT ARE THOSE?"