Loving MY body.....

During this journey, I have come to terms with a few things. One is, let's face it, I am no Gisele Bundchen. God did bless me with some pretty good genetics, but not supermodel good looks. I am no Heidi Klum, I can't pop out a kid one week and walk the Victoria's Secret runway the next. One week after I gave birth I was sitting on a donut in my husbands clothes, with ice packs on my nipples. Not sexy. I will probably never look that good naked. Hello, I gave birth to 3 human beings. The boobs are going south, the belly looks like bread dough, there are a lot of hard earned miles on these tires. So, I have to stand in front of the mirror and look at MY body. Look at the stretch marks, the scars, the bumps and lumps. I have to look at it, take it all in, and love it. It is what it is, I can't change it, nor would I. Every one of those stretch marks reminds me of when I carried my babies inside me. When they moved and kicked, the joy, and the anticipation. My body is basically a map of my life. Every scar tells a story, none that I would take back. So when someone asks me why I am doing this? Who am I trying to impress? Or whatever, you look fine! I just remember that this is about me. It is about loving MYSELF. It is about impressing myself. Many of us take better care of our cars than we do our bodies. Do you put gas in your tank when it is on full? Of course not, so why shove food in your face when you aren't hungry? You go out and wash and vacuum your car, but sit in the recliner and clog up your arteries. So no, I may never stand in front of the mirror and see a supermodel. I may see lines, wrinkles, scars. But what they look like to me is a shrine. A piece of priceless art. A shrine to a life well lived. A shrine to laughter, love, and the power of human spirit. It will be the proof that I can do anything!