I put on my bating suit today. I did not go swimming or anything like that. I just wanted to see how it looked. Point in fact, for the first time, in a long time, I thought I looked good. I don't ever remember being this comfortable with my body before.
As I stood there, looking at myself in the silvery mirror, tracing ever curve of my body with my eyes, staring at the silver whale charm that hung around my neck, I saw a me I never felt comfortable seeing before -- and it was exhilarating.
The me I saw was not the me I thought I was.
I saw a woman who knew she was beautiful, even though she was not a size 2. I saw someone who, even though she was not tiny, had her own form of beautiful. She had a sexy set of curves, and she knew it.
It makes me happy to see her in the mirror, because I never saw her before, and I hope that she will always be there, whenever I look in the mirror. It was scary living life without her.
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