I'm not feeling comfortable in my own skin anymore. I don't need to be young. I appreciate the love and memories that have gone into the making of this body. I don't need to be super model thin. I love pie altogether too much for such nonsense.
But I DO need to feel comfortable, like the me that I know and love, and I don't.
I avoid meeting people in real life because of it. There I said it.
I've been asked to speak to a room full of women in November and it terrifies me. Can't I just write them all a nice letter?
But this weekend I saw something that has me rethinking my position on this silly old wonderful skin of mine.
Do you know Stephanie Nielson? She's a sweet, caring mom with an eye for life's simple beauty. She's funny and smart and endearing. In the last year she has proven that a hundred times over.
A year ago this past weekend she was in a terrible plane crash. She suffered very serious burns and has spent the last 12 months inching her way, climbing her way, back into herself.
I can't begin to imagine.
This weekend she finally posted a photo of herself. I know that it must have taken so much courage to do it, but I'm so glad that she did. She is the living image of beauty and triumph and inspiration.
As are you.
As am I.
It sounds so silly. So terribly cliche, but I believe it to be true. In our own ways, within the pages of our own stories, we are really all so beautiful, aren't we.