Exposed by My Children for What I Really Look Like

My default mode is to see and focus on my flaws and imperfections. I'm starting to see a bit more.
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Flipping through the pictures on my phone, I see it.

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My first reaction is shock. Who took this hideous picture of me?

Self-loathing and disgust swell up and threaten to bring me to tears.

Just as I am about to hit "delete," my boy walks in the room.

"Do you know anything about this picture?" I ask him.

I turn the screen so he can see it. He smiles huge.

"I took that of you in Tahoe," he says. "You looked so beautiful lying there. I couldn't help it, Mom."

"You need to ask me before using my phone to take pictures," I say.

"I know," he says. "But Mom, seriously, look how pretty you look!"

I look at the picture again and try to see what he sees.

My daughter walks over and takes a look.

"That could be a postcard, Mom," she says smiling. "You're so beautiful. I love it."

I take a deep breath.

This is exactly what I needed.

My default mode is to see and focus on my flaws and imperfections. I'm starting to see a bit more.

I still see my dimply, fat thighs.

I also see a mom collapsed on the shore who just explored the lake for hours with her children.

I still see chubby arms.

I also see the arms of a mom who just helped her kids across the rocks and hot sand so their feet wouldn't hurt.

I still see a fat woman wearing a black dress bathing suit to try to hide her weight issue.

I also see an adventurous mom who loves her children something fierce.

Like many women, I have struggled with my weight most of my life. It's not something that will ever go away for me. I don't have a naturally slim body. Never have.

Right now I'm the heaviest I've been in 10 years. Yet...

I have not let my weight stop me this time. I am wearing tank tops, sundresses and bathing suits in public. I'm running around playing with my kids this summer and I sometimes even feel attractive.

Yes. You heard me.

"I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and bright!"


Well... not exactly. But something like that.

Is it because I'm getting older? Is it that I have more to worry about than just how I look? Or maybe it's because my kids look at me with such adoring eyes.

Really, it doesn't matter.

I don't hate my body anymore.

That's huge for me to admit, and hard to even wrap my mind around.

I'm not giving up on exercising and getting healthy. Those are things I will continue to strive for, because I want to be around awhile.

Right now, though, I just want to love my body where it is. I want it to be OK to see myself the way my kids do.

Thank you, kids.

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