Before I moved out to Texas, my BFF & I went out for one last hurrah. Hubs rented us a limo and away we went. I'll spare you the silly details, cuz our craziness just doesn't make much sense if you don't share a brain like we do...and it's really not relevant to the point I'm trying to make.
The cool thing is, the next day I was looking at pics, reliving the experience. I was laughing about the silly, nonsensical things we had done. Later, it hit me. This photo review was the first time since I can remember (if I were to guess, I'd say my veryyyy early 20s) that I looked at pics of myself and smiled. Not just because of the memories with my friend, but I wasn't repulsed by the way I looked. I didn't see my own image and think, "Yuck," and just flip through as quickly as possible to get it over with.
Later, I pondered this and bounced off of said BFF and the hubs...was this reaction due to changes on the outside, or the inside of me? I believe it's a little bit of both.
I share this story to help remind us all to gauge our progress by realizations such as this...not so much by the numbers on the scale or the tag in our jeans. It helps to see movement there, but I believe there are much more valuable measuring sticks in our lives of how we're doing.
Stay beautiful, my friends!
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