Can we talk about not caring in a good way.....

Hey everybody! So this morning getting ready for work I was struggling at having to pick out another pair of pants a size bigger than what I usually wear because my hips are ginormous these days. Standing there I was frustrated with myself, my appearance, my body. Fast forward to now and it dawned on me in that moment of frustration (slinging tactical pants around the bathroom) I did not care what other people saw. I cared what I saw and how I felt about it. Talk about freedom! Of course I care what people see but that reflection is for me. I care that people see a well put together woman who cares about herself. I want to be seen as a woman who takes care of herself. Screw the opinions and gossip of how big my a** has gotten. Over the last six months I have found an unbelievable feeling of freedom in my life. I honestly do not care in the best way possible. I want to be a mentor, example, and I want to show other women how to take care of themselves. If someone wants to gossip about me by all means sweetie make it juicy! Why did it take me this long to finally come to this revelation? Why do we as women beat ourselves up so badly? I guess its a stage all women go through in life. We have to struggle a little to appreciate the body we have, the goals we have accomplished, and the life in front of us. Maybe? I am not sure why we get older and suddenly find this freedom from opinions, criticism, and gossip. I wish I had found it much sooner in life but retrospect....do I? As a younger woman I beat myself up over my appearance and constantly wanted something different. Now, take it or leave it baby! I have cellulite, wide hips, little fat on my side, acne. I go days without makeup then suddenly its like glamour shots for a week. I was told not long ago that it didn't matter how I looked it was over the top sexy to see me confident in my own skin. I laughed but there was a lot of truth in that compliment. I have my days where I go back in my shell of feeling ugly. For the most part though my body is MY temple to own and respect and love how I choose. Call it old age or whatever you see fit. I wish all women would find this freedom and love themselves! I try so hard to teach my daughter to love herself and embrace every aspect of herself. She is still quite young but I already see the ground work for her teenage years. Just a thought for this Friday morning. Love yourself ladies!