Today, as I was getting dressed, I had an epiphany that my body truly is beautiful.
I don't mean that in the cliché, everything-that-god-makes-is-beautiful sense.
As I had a really good look in the mirror, I gazed over the stretch marks and the fatty parts and the bits that I judge so harshly, and I remembered how this body carried my children.
And how this body has traveled to other countries.
And how this body has gotten me through unspeakable tramas and...Lupus and...joys and...love...despite entering this world prematurely.
Just last week, I was fretting over turning 42 (because in my mind 80 is right around the corner). But this body has gotten me here, and now I see that it is long overdue for me to be good to it.
It may seem silly to be so introspective on a blog for a 4-week weight loss competition. It's just how I feel.
For those of you who look at yourselves everyday and only manage to see the flaws, I challenge you to put on different glasses - then look again.
~K