Waterfall Nymph I'm the only sour cherry on the fruit stand.
Do I have the rockin’ body I had 4 years ago for those oh so brief minutes between wedding and pregnancy? No.
Am I still trying to change and improve it? Lose 10 pounds? Stop being sick all the time? Yes.
But you know what? I do love and trust my body. Yeah, I get sick way too much, but it’s always battling back. And yes, I lose weight slower than anyone else I know, but isn’t that just an efficient metabolism? I’m ready for the famine and the bird flu or whatever we’re supposed to be afraid of next.
And what I’ve noticed is how damn strong it is – how ready to meet the challenge. Run twice and it’s back and ready for more. Been sick for a week and hop on the elliptical for 40 minutes, no problem. And I push it hard. Really hard. And it’s OK with it. It’s there for me.
So I do trust it. I think it could do whatever I asked it to do, maybe not gracefully, maybe not fast, but it can do it and will do it for a damn long time.
And maybe too many episodes of How To Look Good Naked have finally brainwashed me, but you know what? I may not flaunt my thighs, and I probably never will. But I don’t care any more. I’m not going to worry about what other people are thinking at the pool or the beach anymore.
So there it is. I feel at peace with it. I feel like my body is part of me.
