I woke up this morning, put on my glasses and thought "ew." My skin was red and blotchy, I had 3 white heads, my skin was dry from the flight (to Mexico, yay!) Then it dawned on me. I'm in Mexico! Why worry so much? Then I thought, uh oh, Mexico means bathing suits. So I squeeze myself into one and looked at all my flaws; flabby thighs, dimpled bum, fat overhanging, white skin, pock marked skin, acne scars, rosacea, and fat hanging around my jaw. Definitely not the vintage bathing beauty I thought of looking like when I had put it on. Then I caught myself; what was the use of beating myself down? So I started to find the positives of myself; long lean limbs, long shiny hair, big shining blue eyes, pouty lips, long slender hands, strong legs... when my sweet boyfriend came in the door and told me I looked, breathily, "gorgeous." This brought tears to my eyes and I washed my face, put on some tinted moisturizer and some lotion and strutted out the door. I didn't even blink when I saw a much thinner girl wearing the same bathing suit as I had on in a different colour because I knew I had things that were beautiful about my body that she was likely jealous of, and I knew my boyfriend thought I was the prettiest girl on that beach because he squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek. This is going to be a great week!
Having fun in the sun,
Mo
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