Curves

I have curves and I'm proud of it.

I walked across campus today and saw a few girls sunbathing on one of the lawns. They were barely wearing anything at all, just mega skimpy bikinis. I'm female and human and imperfect, so I compared my body to theirs. They are young and fit and tan and skinny and if they had curves, they were kind of hard to see.

For a brief moment, I felt bad about my body. Then I shook my head with disbelief. I've lost 176 lbs and am literally half the person I used to be! I love how my body looks right now, especially when compared to how it used to look. No, it isn't perfect. I have excess skin from my knees to my shoulders, but I can run, fit in an airplane seat, wear cute clothes, and do all sorts of things I couldn't before.

I'm a woman with womanly curves. I have hips and a behind. I have breasts. If you saw a shadow silhouette of me, you'd know I'm a woman. I'm proud of my body and I appreciate it. And, cherry on top, I have a man who thinks I'm sexy and feminine and beautiful AND who makes me feel sexy and feminine and beautiful.

I walked the rest of the way to my destination with my head held high and my spirits soaring. I love being a woman with curves!