So I just have to share a little about self-esteem today. I have struggled with this a lot in the past year. Probably more so than I ever have in my life. About a year ago I got super sick out of the blue and was very scared and unsure of what was to come. I lost a lot of weight as a result. Though I’ve never been a very large woman, I started to look like Skelator with a bobble head and it was very scary. My friends and family were noticing and getting super concerned as well. I have since made a full recovery and have gone in the opposite direction and am now feeling a little fluffy. Still not a very large woman, but bigger than I would like to be. Then again, I think this could be the complaint of any woman on any given day. Now, I am not looking for diet advice or a compliment here. Trust me, that is the furthest thing from my mind. What I am trying to do these days is find a happy medium in my mind. It truly bothers me when anyone makes any comment good or bad about my looks or my weight. It always has.
I am curvy. I am not small. I am not large. In my husbands eyes, I am beautiful and this is really all that matters. But I want to see beautiful when I look in the mirror too. I see other woman who are bigger than me and smaller than me and I am secretly jealous of not their beauty, but of their confidence. I want to be as confident of a large woman who holds her head high and knows she is just as beautiful as a small chested very petite woman. Self-confidence starts at a young age. It is built up and broken down. I’m not really sure where mine went off track, but in the past year of my body shape drastically changing, coupled with many years of drastic changes due to decisions of my own… my self-esteem was the first thing to suffer.
Here I am trying to re-build it. I have tried and am trying all the fad diets, the trendy outfits, the make-up and more. As I think of it, it is truly an inside job. I have to accept me for me and love me. I have a beautiful life. A wonderful husband. Two wonderful sons who I am beyond blessed to have, grandchildren, a sister, amazing parents, and friends. (Notice I didn’t mention the “stuff”) Sure, I have “Stuff”, but it’s the people in my life who make me smile and fill my heart. The stuff keeps me comfortable, but I can’t take that with me, The memories I make every day with the people I love is what matters.
I have no idea if anyone out there feels that same way. Confused and struggling with their self-image, but all the while knowing they have a pretty damn good life and happiness is right there. The smile is waiting for me in the mirror if I just give myself a chance and cut myself a break. I guess I just needed a reminder. A daily reminder to keep smiling at myself in addition to the stranger on the street.
I hope you are having a happy day.