Yesterday, Dizzle and I were looking at some old pictures when we stumbled upon this gem ...
Yeah. That's me. Circa December 2002. I was 20 years old and about 195 lbs.
When Dizzle saw this picture, the first thing she said was, "Mom. That's you before you cut your hair." My thought was, "Yes. It's also when I had apparently swallowed a cow." But before those words came out of my mouth, I had a second thought.
Compare this picture (from September 2010) to the one above.
The first thing I notice is that I am much thinner now. But, not Dizzle. She didn't notice my size at all. What she saw was her mom - just with different hair. She wasn't critical of me in the least. So why was I?
Without even realizing it, she reminded me that I need to accept my body for what it is (good or bad). And that I need to love it for what it can do (make babies, rock a running skirt, run a marathon) and forgive it for what it can not (fit into a size 0).
Wow. Wonder if Dizzle realizes how smart she is? Probably.