Few things in life are as they seem. We live in a world that places value on beauty and youth above all other things. Recently, the ever so honest and beautiful Lucy, did a post about body image that really got me thinking. Like most women I too have struggled with learning to love myself as I am. When I was 29 years old I had a boyfriend who explained to me that all men love women with large breasts. Really? I was a modest 34B and I could barely stand the thought that he might find someone else more desirable than me just because I had small boobies.
I moved to Oregon in 2005, met Chris a year later and married a few years after that. Little did I know as we tried to start a family that I had a uterus filled with fibroids. I was severely anemic and my uterus was now at about the size of a woman who was 4 months pregnant. My clothes didn't fit right and I was uncomfortable in my own skin. I could really only wear black pants because I was always nervous about accidents. Life sucked beyond words. I had little choice but to get it removed or risk bleeding out. I had the surgery a year ago last February and I haven't looked back since. Slowly I got my life back, my ability to love myself as I am and the wisdom to be thankful for it. I think I finally get it.
There is a difference between being obsessed with how you look and making the most of what you have. I think all women can benefit from taking the time to find out what makes them feel beautiful. Confidence does start with the appearance and why not view yourself as your own artistic canvas. If you feel good about yourself it shows in your appearance.