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I looked at myself in the mirror this morning...

I was getting out of the shower and just standing there towelling off when I caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. Usually I avoid looking at myself unless I'm checking for a stray hair or unsightly zit. Today though something caught my eye. And I looked at myself. I looked at myself harder than I have in months. I didn't hate what I saw.

At first I thought it was from the tan I got this weekend tubing with my husband. But I was able to admire the new curves my body has acquired from carrying and birthing a daughter. My eyes scanned my body from neck to ankle. My stomach may have more character from faded stretch marks and a little bit of a pooch but the curving line from my breast to hip is still beautiful. For the first time in a long time I was able to understand what my husband finds so sexy about my body. I could understand why he doesn't look back mournfully at the yellowbird I was when we first met. I may be different from the girl I was at 15 but I am still me.

I'm still on a long journey to accept myself for who I am and how I look but today felt like I finally made a little bit of progress and I'm going to celebrate that.

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