What if I stopped rejecting my woman's body for women's history month?
What if I stood naked in front of a full length mirror, looked myself in the eye & said what I've never been able to say to myself with a straight face: "You are beautiful."
What if I thanked my body because it knows how to heal itself from injury & defend itself from germs? What if I thanked it because it rises to meet the demands I make on it, even when I don't give it the fuel it needs to function properly?
What if I stared at my stretch marks & thanked my skin for stretching instead of tearing when I gained too much weight too fast? What if I praised my double digit sized feet for never failing to get me from point A to point B? What if I adored my double D sized breasts (even though they've never been "perky") because they fed my children?
What if I celebrated my ovaries and uterus for doing exactly what they were designed to do & praised them for all the bonuses... no painful periods, 2 uncomplicated pregnancies, 2 textbook labors & deliveries without drugs for pain relief.
What if I trusted my body as it ages instead of feeling bewildered or betrayed by the transition from a season of childbearing to the stages beyond childbearing?
What if I pledged to care for it because it has carried me without complaint for nearly 4 decades? What if I honored my current "higher maintenance" body by stretching it, strengthening it, moving it...
What if I became the woman who loves herself fully inside & out this month?
I'd be a woman having undergone a personal revolution, liberated from every negative thing society & a damaged ego has programmed me to believe.
That would be a milestone worth celebrating.