When you’re looking in the mirror, hating your reflection, please try to remember that I don’t see what you see.
I don’t see those few extra kilos you gained over winter. I don’t see the baby weight that just won’t budge. I don’t see the 20kgs you gained after that messy breakup; or the wrinkles which have taken up residence since you organised a funeral for your loved one.
I don’t see your cellulite or varicose veins. I don’t see acne or grey hair. I don’t see the imperfections that you believe define you.
I also can’t see how much you’ve toned up since joining the gym. Or how tanned you are after your exotic holiday.
Designer clothes, Botox, tummy tuck, eyebrow wax? Nope, sorry, didn’t notice.
I also don’t notice your new haircut, or how much weight you’ve lost since starting your latest diet.
What I DO see is how proud you are after finishing your degree. I see the way you smile at your family; and the way your eyes light up when you talk about your passions.
I see how much you love your children, and how much effort you put into being a positive role model. I notice that you’re volunteering for a local community group and I notice when you help the elderly lady with her groceries. I watch as you go out of your way to help others.
When I look at you, I see YOU.
And you are SO much more than that reflection in the mirror.
SO. MUCH. MORE.
And you’re bloody beautiful.