i've been loitering in my photo albums. picking through pictures from past holidays, parties, homes, vacations and i find myself loving each one. even when at that time, i thought i was too fat, too ugly, too messy, too, too, too! it's all so silly.
we are who we are. can't we just love that? can't that be enough?
i was recently talking with my lovie, ali, about scales. i get on that thing every morning. she just got her first one and never thought she would even use it. but alas, like me, she checks every day. we watch those fractions of a pound go up and down and think...i should eat less, move more, all the things we need to do to be perfect. our endless quest.
it only takes a little bit of time and that lovely gift of hindsight to see things objectively.
i will try my best to love myself. whomever i wake up as each morning.
because we all know some days are good, some are bad and are some are possibly, maybe, fantastic.
my wedding day was one of those fantastic days.
i see these now and don't see any imperfections.
we are beautiful and happy.