|Illustration by Judith Parsons 2015|
It was about labels. How we tend to associate ourselves by our general labels.
I grew up in a house hold with a mom who was ALWAYS on a diet. She never liked herself.
I was nurtured upon her negative labels. I have always felt I was a "tree truck" body. I was a lumbering massive wide shouldered woman.
Today, I understand how beautiful I am, mainly because I look back at photos and see a younger vibrant me.
No matter how one looks at it, right now you are better physically than you will be tomorrow. Because age will add another gray hair or another wrinkle. So in essence, I have come to this realization and am learning to deal and heal me.
I want to be an active older woman. I want to slide into that home base of a hundred years old running. I want to have a strong back and have my mental capacity intact. I would love my companions to be as fit, to be as strong. Hells bells, who knows what tomorrow will bring? A tragic accident might do me in. I'd like to think not, I'd like to think my friends will be right beside me, running along. They are happy in their skins, they are strong in their body, mind and spirit.
Every single thing takes maintenance. Our cars, computers, homes and bodies. You know if it needs work.
Let us all focus on becoming our best selves.