It's so sad, especially when we're young, at the most beautiful we'll ever be, we are so down on ourselves. So unaware of our beauty.
Today, I'm not young. I'm not old either. I'm mature. I can honestly say, I love myself and my body just as I am. Wrinkles, cellulite and all. I am strong, able to walk and talk, pick up my grandchildren and swing them around.
My body takes me out on my bike, walking on a beach, lifting 40 lb sacks of salt out of my trunk and a 90lb elderly woman out of her bed.
I have flaws, just like we all do, the difference is; today I can celebrate what my body does for me. The miracle of health and strength. Amazingly, once I started thanking God for this body of mine, it started to shape up to the image I've always thought myself to be.
Funny thing is, in this shape or better, I've hated myself. Heavier, weaker, I've loved myself. I think, when we begin to be grateful and appreciative of our bodies, they begin to transform.
I find it shameful the way others feel they have the right to comment on our looks. To post statements about how they feel about us soly on the way we look. I wonder what we would see if the camera was turned on them. The fact is; when you point your finger at someone else, three point back at you.
Today I am celebrating this past week, hard and long as it was, that I had the strength to get through it. To do what I had to do with collapsing. Aside from one emotional blow up, I got through it without disaster.
When you feel the need to look down on somebody take a look in the mirror. When you love yourself, you tend to love and accept others. Your critisizm of someone else' body, hair, skin, dress, etc. . . is more a reflection on you than it is on them.
Fantasizing the freedom to live life, outloud and proud!!!