Today I am thankful for my body. This amazing vessel that carries me throughout each day; treacherous and exhausting as it can be. I sometimes feel it took me forever to be comfortable in my own skin. I used to be so focused on my “flaws” when, in reality, flaws are mostly things we make up in our own head.
I’ve noticed that most of my visible “aging” has taken place since I moved to New York approximately three years ago. Maybe at first I had an adverse reaction but I now welcome it all with open arms. The grey hairs, the slight wrinkles; it’s all a part of who I am now. I feel more defined, seasoned and just grown-up. This no longer scares me. It’s more exciting than anything else.
No one is perfect and it saddens me that we are pushed by so many forces to fit into a certain mold because someone says that we should look a specific way. Our differences are what make us beautiful.
I will always be a little bit overweight, with stretch marks, spider veins, a pudgy belly and a slight double chin but I am healthy, happy and I love myself. I am an extraordinary machine.