Where it all begins
I just walked past a mirror, saw a quick reflection of myself, thought “Hey there beautiful girl!” and continued on my way. (Well, not really, as I was thinking about this post.)
Maybe it’s the fact that my boss called me svelte a few weeks ago.
Maybe it was the e-mail (subject: “Damn girl!”) from my best friend that said, “I know I have said this several times but.. girl? you fiiiinneee. You look amazing!” (Love her.)
Maybe it was looking at pictures from a recent wedding and finding almost no double-chins, even in the candid shots.
Maybe it was my dad seeing my dress on a hanger and saying, “No way, this is way too small for you!”
Maybe it was the extra hour of sleep last night (holla for early bedtimes) or the papaya color of this sweater.
But I think mostly, it is the slow realization that I am no longer who I was. I am strong and healthy and beautiful, and I deserve much more credit than I give myself.
