LOVING THE SKIN YOU'RE IN

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I'm eight months pregnant.  I walk with the grace and agility of a penguin, I've installed a revolving door in the bathroom, and my once petite frame has now stretched beyond what should be humanly possible.  So why do I love my body so much?

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Don't worry, I'm not one of those experts about to suggest that you stand naked in front of your mirror and tell yourself that you're beautiful until somehow you believe it.  I know the best I've been able to muster during that exercise is "Eh, I suppose it could be worse."

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As humans we reach adulthood and though we continue to grow emotionally and intellectually, we are increasingly forced to face our own mortality.  If we can strike a balance between wanting to look our best and accepting the natural progression of life, we can achieve the difficult task of rising above our society's obsession with youth and perfection.

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I'll describe this as an acceptance that has evolved into a deep pride in everything my body has survived and accomplished.  I am but a handful of cells that joined forces to create a wondrous being, capable of running marathons, swimming across oceans, climbing mountains, and supporting a new life within me.  The stretch marks, scars, and laugh lines are a testament to my journey.

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In this profound experience we are all connected, especially when it comes to motherhood.  So why not give our amazing bodies the respect they deserve and love the skin we're in?

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