Correcting my Vision
So I’m continuing to lose weight, but I’ve noticed that I can’t see it. At first I did and I was really enjoying it. But now it’s like I’m starting to see myself with those same old critical eyes that were never satisfied no matter how bone thin I was. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid so I must dive back into The Woman’s Belly Book that I started to read over the summer. (I got distracted by other books for a while, as I often do.) I know that I’ll never be happy until I can love my body right now, as is. So it’s time to learn to love my belly and all my curvy parts. Not just those occasional days when the stars mystically align so I can see myself as attractive. But everyday, enjoying this body. Perfectly imperfect. If not at 40, then when?