My hotel room has lots of mirrors in it. I have a love/hate relationship with mirrors. Sometimes I want to avoid them at all costs. Other times, I put on Britney Spears and dance in front of them in my underwear. Today, I spent some time looking at my least favorite body parts, and examining the flaws.
In the end, I came to the following conclusion: these are not flaws. These are parts of my body. They are part of who I am, and my experience of them and with them has influenced who I have become as a person. They have worked hard to power me up hills, through thousands of miles of running, hundreds of chatturangas, and every other challenge that I’ve faced in my 29 years on this planet.
I will no longer look in the mirror and see a body that needs toning, shaping, and refining. Instead, I will see a body that is exactly what I need, right now.
What will you see when you look in the mirror?