Birthday Reflections

My birthday was yesterday and I decided to take a good long look at myself in the mirror.

I’m not 24, or even 34, any longer.  I’m 44 years old and I think I look pretty damn good for my age.  My skin is soft, sure I have a few dimples, and stretch marks, and maybe a little pudge in places that I’ve never had pudge before, but I’m proud of all of those little inperfections.  I call those my battle scars.  It’ shows that I’ve had a life and given life.  I’ve gone up and down with my weight my entire life and it used to bother me more, but I noticed that the older I’ve gotten the less that I care about the small stuff.

While looking in the mirror I noticed parts of me that I didn’t like at this age, but then the realization came to me that when I was 24 and I looked in the mirror I saw parts of my body that I didn’t like either back then.  To many years have gone by where I’ve stressed over my body image and God Dammit, I’m sick of it!

You see for way to long I lived my life worried about what everyone thought of me, and I’ll be honest there will always be a part of me that always will wonder at times, but it’s not my first thought when I walk into a crowded room.  Now when I walk into a crowded room I look around at all the people and hold my head up high and smile.  I have confidence like I’ve never had before, and I love who I am.

I’ve learned to love myself for who I am in just the past few years and I’ve learned that the most important people don’t care what I look like, they love me for who I am; my husband, my children, my parents, my friends.  In the end they are all that matters anyway.

Who knew that life could be so much fun?  Stay beautiful my friends!

Until next time…..