Feeling Beautiful.

Hello my lovelies.

So, after my episode with the scale having sent me into a spiraling, ridiculous depression, I wanted to do a little blog post about feeling beautiful. 'Cause, damn, it's difficult. So many things can get us down, and it usually starts with the scale, at least for me it does. And then we can start picking ourselves apart. The way our pants fit, or if our skin is breaking out, or if our hair is as dry as straw, or the way a stranger looks at us.

I took the time today to go get my hair done. It wasn't anything crazy, it wasn't a full spa day. I still need a manicure and pedicure desperately and my skin is dry as all getout. I'm pre-menstrual and I've got a break-out on my face, and I'm retaining water. But? After I got my hair done, I got home and decided to take a photo of myself.

I was pretty happy with it, but not ecstatic. Then, I figured I should put it side by side with one I took before I lost weight.

You guys? In this moment, I feel beautiful.



For me, it's a reminder to take the bad days in stride, and I seriously need to stop letting the scale run my life. I don't know if I can throw it out or hide it yet, but I'm getting there. So when Dan picks me up and tells me I'm hot, or if my hair dresser says, "Hey Gorgeou-ass!" I'm gonna smile and say, "Aw, thank you!" I am going to take it to heart and know that I am beautiful.

And dammit, the scale can suck my nuts.

But maybe it's all fake because the scale was back down today, you were all correct. 172.2 as of this morning. But I'm going to say, NAY! I'm feeling good and resolving to be better about how I love myself.

...I'm working on it, y'all. Thanks for your support. I love you guys like monkeys love bananas. <3

~Jenn