What Do You Love the Most About Your Body?

“My body is a house with open windows for the sun to shine through”   

My body is a house with open windows. I am ready for the sun to shine through all parts of me.

Today I am sitting in front of the mirror. A list of questions buzzing in my head.” I am the author of my own story I hear myself saying. “.

Last night as I lay in the dark thinking. A habit I have had since I was a child. On busy days it’s the only time I have to myself.

Finally, before giving into my sleep, I make an admission, tomorrow I will interview myself!! Why not? I asked myself. Celebrities and famous people are interviewed all the time. They are given a platform to express their emotions and thoughts. Our voices may never get heard.

So here I am faced with a question that I did not think was going to be difficult to answer. What do you love the most about your body? I am 39 years old and I have two children. My body has been a birth machine, I laugh at this thought. I have housed to beautiful kids for nine months. I can easily tell anyone that asks me. What do you love the most about your kids? The list would be infinite. Yet, I use to struggle to answer this question about myself. I use to wonder, am I the only person that looks in the mirror and does not see me?

I decide to undress and have a closer look at the body that I have inherited from a long list of genetics. I am, maybe the average height of most women. With quarter inch heals I am my desired height. I use to wish I was taller, but now my height doesn’t bother me at all. This is how I feel about everything else about my body. The texture and length of my hair. The weight of my body does not compare to the weight of all the baggage in my life. Life has not been easy for me. Through my life I have learned to have an awesome relationship with myself. I am still learning who I am. This educational journey that I have allowed myself to take has changed my thoughts of who I am.

I love my body! I do not want nor compare myself to the beautiful edited pictures of magazines or the made up versions on social media.  I am an unedited version and I love it. Given the opportunity to change even just a small part of me. I wouldn’t. My inner beauty radiates so much that my outer beauty cannot help but shine.

My happiest memories were lying in bed watching my unborn children move around. My once flat stomach grew so big during my second pregnancy. I would tease and tell everyone that my stomach and ass were competing with each other. I was so huge. I loved being pregnant. The stretch marks that I have are reminders of my children. Now that my oldest child is 17 years and the youngest 9 years old. I look at them and I am still in disbelieve that they are mine.

My journey of motherhood continues as I have to be a role model to my daughter and son. Loving my body has been a great start for me.