Fear

I experienced a new kind of fear today.  I had gone to the bathroom at work this afternoon, one trip of many during the day, and I was looking at my belly in the mirror.  It itched a little so I scratched it through my shirt.  Then, for whatever reason, I lifted my shirt to look at my belly.  At this point I started to panic.  I almost started to tear up.  I thought I saw about 4 stretch marks starting to show.  I kept thinking, this can't be happening-no, I can't get them, it's way too early.  Well, the light in the bathroom is dim so after much examining, I realized it was my scratch marks.  For whatever reason I tend to kind of welp up when I scratch any body part-like what it would look like if you were scratched by a dog.  After I realized it really wasn't a stretch mark I was able to calm down.  I didn't realize how afraid I was of getting them until I thought I had a few.  What a strange thing to experience!!!