Almost exactly one year ago, I felt more beautiful than I ever have. With a belly full of baby, the saggy skin from the first go round was stretched tight. The stretchmarks were faded. Most importantly, I FELT beautiful, and because I felt beautiful, I carried myself like I was.
I need to get back to that. I need to be my own beholder, to find beauty in my own eye. I know my husband finds me beautiful. I don't know if anyone else does, but that's okay. I need to know that I find myself beautiful, too.
Tonight I'm finding beauty in the imperfections. In the things that make me who I am.
The scar on the inside of my forearm, from when I burned myself pulling a tray of hot cookie out of the oven (mmm cookies). The scar on my thumb from my run in with the apple corer. And finally, the maybe possible scar on my forehead from the time I rammed my head into the car door because I was paying more attention to my cup of coffee and boldly attempting to get into the car without spilling a single, precious drop [I didn't].
My goal is to do this every week, to find some beauty in myself. I hope you'll comment or (better yet) blog about your own beauty. It's there. I promise.