One woman's fear

Every once in a while a thought will fleet it's way across my mind and it usually happens when I glance in a mirror. I try not to do this unless necessarily but when I do catch that glimpse I pause and there is the thought...is that...


could it be...


sagging...


wrinkles...


cellulite...


etc.


I pride myself on loving the body that God gave me...including any damage I've inflicted on it. But sometimes I still doubt my beauty. Sometimes I feel ugly. Sometimes I wonder what a lift or tuck may accomplish and then I quickly dismiss the thoughts because despite what or how I may feel in that moment, deep down in the very depths of my being I DO LOVE MYSELF...


JUST THE WAY GOD MADE ME...


INCLUDING WHATEVER DAMAGE I'VE  INFLICTED!


I am who I am and if you don't love it as much as I do then you don't deserve to have it...plain and simple. Girls will always be younger, tighter and perky then I will ever be again...but at least I won't ever be plastic!

How's this?