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| A sleeping babe at the pool. |
Last Saturday, we were getting ready to go swimming as a
family and I looked at myself in the mirror while wearing my swimming suit and shouted,
“Paul, I have a beautiful body.” And a
manly voice from the bathroom sink shouted, “Hell yeah, you do.” (You’ll please pardon his emphatic response,
he feels strongly about some things.) And
a little girl voice said from the living room, “And I have a beautiful body,
too! And Li-wian has a beautiful
body.” And that was a very proud
moment.
And for the record, I am not currently my most toned or
thin or fit, though I am unusually tan. I was
just having one of those moments where I was comfortable in my own skin; grateful
for its beauty and unapologetic of its scars. I didn't see them except
as puzzle pieces of a very beautiful and capable physical body. And my children saw the same beauty in me and
in themselves. And I saw it in everyone
else at the pool that day. And that is
good and that is right, I believe.
