As best as I can remember, I've never been one to have a lot of self confidence in a lot of areas of my life. Body image is certainly one of them.
This weekend was a beach weekend with the girls. (My first weekend away since Lil Man has been born).
It was absolutely beautiful.
And it was just what I needed.
But with the beach comes swimsuits which is definitely not something that I feel comfortable in. It's a sad feeling not to feel comfortable in your own skin.
I pushed the insecurities aside (as best as I could) and enjoyed the beach, the sand, and the ocean.
I enjoy looking for shells. I love the challenge of seeing what I can find. At first, I found myself seeking only whole "perfect-looking" shells. If it was cracked, or had a piece missing, I normally tossed it back.
But on my second morning on the beach, as I walked along where the shells were deposited in the sand, I looked at all of the broken pieces of shell scattered among the "perfect-looking" shells and was mesmerized by their beauty.
It was all beautiful. All of it. And I had a moment of clarity that in some way we are all broken even those who might not show it as easily as others. But we are all beautiful. We are all unique. We are all special.
So I stopped looking for the "perfect" pieces. Instead, I started looking at each piece for its own uniqueness.
And I realized that I need to do that within myself. I need to stop looking for "perfect" whether it's my body image, being a wife, a mom, a runner or whatever, but instead look at my uniqueness and imperfect parts and realize it's all beautiful.
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This weekend was a beach weekend with the girls. (My first weekend away since Lil Man has been born).
It was absolutely beautiful.
But with the beach comes swimsuits which is definitely not something that I feel comfortable in. It's a sad feeling not to feel comfortable in your own skin.
I pushed the insecurities aside (as best as I could) and enjoyed the beach, the sand, and the ocean.
I enjoy looking for shells. I love the challenge of seeing what I can find. At first, I found myself seeking only whole "perfect-looking" shells. If it was cracked, or had a piece missing, I normally tossed it back.
But on my second morning on the beach, as I walked along where the shells were deposited in the sand, I looked at all of the broken pieces of shell scattered among the "perfect-looking" shells and was mesmerized by their beauty.
It was all beautiful. All of it. And I had a moment of clarity that in some way we are all broken even those who might not show it as easily as others. But we are all beautiful. We are all unique. We are all special.
So I stopped looking for the "perfect" pieces. Instead, I started looking at each piece for its own uniqueness.
And I realized that I need to do that within myself. I need to stop looking for "perfect" whether it's my body image, being a wife, a mom, a runner or whatever, but instead look at my uniqueness and imperfect parts and realize it's all beautiful.
If you like my blog, or this post, please take a moment to share it with friends.
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