I, like many women struggle with self esteem issues attached to how I look physically. I find myself reducing my worth to pounds and inches and years. I have never lied about my age. I see no reason to. I have always been comfortable with my age. But my body weight and clothing size haunts me from time to time. The scale is my least favorite part of any doctor visit. But as I have gotten older I have had the epiphany to look at my body more as an awesome piece of equipment than a squishy prison my spirit is trapped in. I know too many people that are fighting cancer, Parkinson's, fibromyalgia, have lost limbs, eyesight, hearing. Many are on a list waiting for another person to lose their life so that a new heart, lung, liver, kidney or other vital organ might prolong theirs.
I am getting much better at embracing my healthy imperfect body for all it does for me. Because, it is doing it's job. And I am blessed each day that it does.
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