But over the last couple of years I've had moments where I'll see a picture of myself and my first thought isn't immediately critical (ugh, that stomach, ugh, those arms/thighs). So I wonder - am I finally getting to the point in life where I can objectively see myself, and what's more, appreciate what I see? Don't get me wrong - it's not like I'm looking at pictures of myself and thinking "damn girl, you fiiine" - LOL for days at that thought!
The flaws are there, and quite visible, but these pictures made me feel happy instead of upset or depressed about my body.
I'm finally figuring out how to dress my new body - I'm learning how to downplay things I don't like, while choosing styles that make me feel good. I used to avoid flowy tops because I associated them with my pre-weight-loss days, when I felt like I was wearing a tent. But by choosing the right cut and size, I manage to hide what I don't love about my body, while feeling pretty darn stylish in the process:
Of course, the MINI lanyard complements the outfit immensely...
All I know is that when I saw this picture, I was inordinately pleased:
Me, the morning of my 52nd birthday. No make up, no nice hairstyle, still sweaty after running 5.2 miles.
My body flaws are still there, and the uncropped shot is not flattering when it comes to my stomach rolls. But what I'm able to focus on is a content person who is proud of what she just achieved with that run - and I'm seeing someone who is finally getting comfortable with her body. It's taken long enough to get there...