..and it got me thinking.
So I'm sort of past those days of constantly worrying about weight, and pimples and looking like everyone else. Don't get me wrong, I certainly had my share of years, nay, decades doing this, but having your body stretched 3 times by 3 glorious babies, does a lot to your own personal perspective of your body. And I think my many years on the clock has been helpful in coming to terms with the fact my legs won't get longer, fact. Nor will I get taller, fact. Nor will my curly hair become straight, and actually I don't want it to now. Nor will my drooping eye bits stop drooping without surgical intervention (and I'd rather go on a nice holiday instead).
In other words, I am ....comfortable ...with who I am, this is me. I can control the stuff I need to, and I can accept the stuff I can't control.
But how often do you think about the gorgeous bits of you. In a heartbeat, I could draw up a quick list of my friends and family and all their bits I admire - their beautiful eyes, great legs, awesome boobs, great personalities, enviously lush hair. Seriously, hit me with a name and I'll be able to name their best, most enviable feature.
But how often do we do this to ourselves?
I don't think I'm off the mark, but EVERYONE has something that they are quietly quite proud of. That they are secretly thankful for, that they celebrate.
Do me a favour, and take a mo, and just think about what your "thing" is. Lordy, maybe you have a few - think of them all.
And in the interests of doing what I say...here goes...
I have good skin. Ok, not on my face like baby bottom, wrinkle, blemish free, oh no no no, I'm talking from my neck down. I have olive skin that is always a nice colour. I am thankful for the generations past (on my Mum's Dad's side) who have gifted me (and two of my sons) this lovely skin.
I celebrate my skin.
I celebrate me,
warts and all, good skin and all
What do you celebrate secretly about yourself?