Today I looked in the mirror and saw a different face staring back.
A new line next to the corner of my mouth.
A few more resting by my eyes.
A light in those eyes that wasn’t there before.
Those lines show laughter and tears and cries, they encompass memories. They encompass life.
Those newfound scars on my chin, courtesy of my son slowly, slowly weaning, show the rise and fall of my hormones. Proof I have carried life. Proof I have nurtured it. Proof of my resiliency.
These breasts are not what they used to be. No longer perky and round and full. And I love them for that. Because they have nourished the life I grew, inside and then outside of me. Despite me.
My body and life in this chapter has been given to those I love. And I love that. I genuinely love that.
When I get down on myself. When the enemy starts to whisper attacks, encourages me to pick myself apart….I remember these truths.
My body is beautiful. These lines, this gravity. It’s beautiful. Because it shows that I have lived. I am here. And I have further to go.
What a gift that is already.
What a thing to cherish.
What a privilege it is to be me.
I remember this today.
Remind me of this tomorrow.
And the years to come after that.
Because life is truly beautiful here.