I’m not sure when it happened; it was definitely not a memorable moment…but it happened…somehow I became comfortable in my skin again.
no. This doesn’t mean that I am absolutely, positively, alright with every aspect of my body. But I am thoroughly enjoying, loving myself again.
Although in times past, as a result of the endometriosis that invaded my body, I would look in the mirror and only see…struggle, pain, gloom.
I looked in the mirror today and I saw a woman going places, and doing things. My reflection was beautiful, strong and caring.
I am comfortable in my skin…even in the midst of the pain.