So, I’ve been going through everything I have ever written, picking out the good stuff and compiling it into one large document for my book. Once I finish transferring everything over, I will organize it, add to it and give it flow. The other day I hit the 100,000 word mark!
Do you guys remember my Boob Job posts? I had totally forgotten about that, which means my boob job totally worked! For those of you who weren’t around, I shared how I had really struggled with what my boobs looked like and how I would be embarking on a quest to learn how to love and accept them. It was so difficult at first because I kept them hidden from Andrew. I’d put on a bra the second I got out of the shower and I’d even keep it on during sex!!! So the first time I marched around our bedroom naked with my little streamers flowing, I felt like I was going to die.
Not only did I not die, but I grew to accept them and DARE I SAY IT? Over a year later, and I actually love them. I love my funny little boobies.
They have churned and swelled with the ins and outs of my life. Alongside my heart they have grown to epic proportions with love and nourishment, turning themselves inside out with the expense of it all. Despite at times feeling deflated and used, all I have to do is look at the love around me and I am reminded of their goodness. I have nothing left but adoration for my lovely little plums, and I’ll parade them around without a lick of shame.
How do you feel when you walk around naked? Or do you not walk around naked? How come?
Do you notice that your body image directly relates to how you carry yourself physically, emotionally and spiritually?