If you've been reading my blog a while, you'll know I've had body issues.
Maybe that's the reason I've been single for so long. Who fucking knows. I just know that my negative impression of myself has held me back, in more ways than one.
For the last few years especially, since I put on quite a few kilos, the mirror has not been my friend.
Every house I have lived in has a BIG bathroom mirror and gets the morning sun - you know what I'm talking about ladies? I might as well be in front of a Kmart change room mirror... it's that bad.
The past few months, since I let myself date again were the worst. Every morning to have to see, in the harsh light of day, every lump, bump, dimple, scar and wrinkle, was enough to make me want to throw the towel in and retreat to the cave - permanently.
But the strangest thing has happened.
For the past couple of weeks I've been getting up in the morning and looking in that same mirror....same lighting.....same body. Only I realise now, all I see - is ME.
And all it took was knowing that someone..... loves all of me.