Letting go of perfection has allowed me to see beauty.
Changing today I saw abs. And I saw the loose skin that sits around my belly button. And all of it was glorious.
While I’m getting leaner, I’m watching my core change shape. And that loose skin remains.
It may always be there. And I’m good with this. That skin is a lovely souvenir of the two pregnancies I’ve had.
That skin shows me where the two boys I love (one now well over 6’, the other there by Christmas) grew inside me, thumping the walls of my belly ready to get out into the world and take charge.
That skin stands in the way of me having ‘perfect abs’ but I love it. That loose skin is beautiful.
That loose skin makes me smile.