So, Operation Beautiful got me thinking about me and my body and whether or not I'm "beautiful." I came to the conclusion that it doesn't really matter if I'm "traditionally" beautiful, my family and friends love me for who I am. I guess the saying, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is certainly true. I'm short, definitely could loose a few pounds but overall, I'm happy with my body and who I am today. I like the journey I've taken and don't really have any body hang-ups. It is what it is.
I'm blind as a bat, I had a sprinkle of freckles over my nose when I was a little girl, I was really bow-legged in middle school and my early high school years and I think one eye is slighter bigger than the other one.
I have good hair days and I have bad hair days (hence my love for hats!). I have skinny days and I have fat days. I love my feet, I love my boobs and I like the color of my eyes. I used to have really nice hands before I got married and had kids and indulged in weekly manicures. Now my hands tend to be a little on the dry side thanks to the harsh chemicals associated with motherhood (I am the bleach QUEEN).
I've given birth to two beautiful daughters and have the c-section scars to prove it. I've had a breast biopsy and have the scar on my right breast to remind me every day to live in the moment. I have a scar on my forehead from when I was very, very little and fell down a hill at a picnic (long story but the scar reminds me of my godfather, my Uncle Zip, every time I put my make-up on). After the birth of both of my girls I experienced SEVERE hyper-pigmentation on my face and had horrible dark patches for years and years whenever I stepped foot in the sun.
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First of all, I absolutely LOVE this website. Second, I had to follow you once I read your profile. We're like separated at birth. Where are you from and how come we haven't crossed paths before? ;)
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