The other day, I was having a ‘moment’. I have this huge mirror on my dresser, and as I was getting dressed, I was standing in front of it. I remarked to myself that my skin felt really soft, then my eyes caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. And I was really happy with what I saw. I smiled at myself, took a few moments to take in that happy feeling, and then kept it moving.
Its important to note to you that I’m not perfect. I have stretch marks, rolls of body fat, acne scars. But I love my body. The more I take the time to love it, the better I feel about myself and the more I enjoy the person I’m growing into. I don’t just love my body when I’m wearing a fly outfit or some Spanxx. I love it when I’m naked, when I’m clothed, when I’m laying in bed and even when I feel kinda fat. I love exactly what I have and even though it’d be nice to have a flatter stomach, I don’t beat myself up about it. I have strengths and weaknesses just like every other woman but this bundle of flesh is uniquely my own.
Getting older is allot of fun. I didn't anticipate enjoying my days this much. One reason I looked forward to turning 30 was gaining the strong sense of self that older women seem to have. I've never seen a friend who’s over 30 apologize for who she is, what she wants and the choices she’s made. I didn't really understand what it means to love yourself until I stopped comparing myself to others, stopped reaching for some ideal of what I should be or what I should look like, and just appreciated who I am, what I like and my potential as it stands.
Yeah, I’m feeling’ myself, and I hope you’re feeling’ yourself too. We’re wonderful, beautiful beings with the chance to have, be or do anything. Doesn't that just make you feel good?
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