This week has been a strange one for me personally. The pic I posted on Monday caused me some emotional fallout I wasn’t expecting and heightened my sensitivity to an old post I read yesterday. I boohooed in public. Very fun, let me assure you. But the show must go on…
Therefore, I have given today’s pic careful consideration. It was taken just two or three days after the other one. Same woman, same window, same body. But what’s different is my feeling about it. I kinda love it.
My hair, the lace detail, the trails of silvery stretch marks on my hip and breast. Why is this pic better than the other one?? I can’t explain it, but I suppose it’s like asking why one prefers Van Gogh over Monet. Why does anyone have a preference? It’s a combination of mood, expectations, cultural background, and a million other little things that go into a feeling.
So, here I am back at it, seeing myself through a different lens and finding the voice inside my head so much kinder and patient. I hope my struggles over confidence connect with at least one person. You are definitely not alone.