All The Things I Think, But Do Not Say

Hello.

My name is Carrie.

I am almost forty-four years old. I am married to a man name Joe, and we have five kids.

As I approach the middle of my fourth decade, I am noticing more and more all the things I think, but I do not say.

First of all, my body is changing—it is getting softer and wider and doing a lot of strange stuff. It seems as though, after ninety million miles on the treadmill and hundreds of yoga classes and decent weights on the bar at CrossFit, it is betraying me. My hips and...