Beautiful

I feel pretty occasionally.  Not very often, but I have my moments.

My husband calls me beautiful. I smile and love him for it but often wonder how I got so lucky  to find a guy with special rose-colored Lainey glasses just for looking at me with. 

The truth is, like all women out there, the world has told me a lot of things about how I should look and what beauty is.

Sometimes I’m not even confident I have any clue what beauty actually is once I try to strip all of those lies away.

But tonight…

When I look down at my pregnant body…

I feel beautiful.

More beautiful than I have ever felt before.

It is beauty revealed in more detail having now experienced motherhood. 

It is much deeper than skin, or shape, or texture, or density. 

It is the kind of beauty that helps me know, for a precious moment, with 100% certainty, that society’s rules and definitions have nothing to do with beauty.

I am carrying life.

I am carrying our son.

I am carrying the future.

I am carrying love. 

I AM beauty. 

I’m going to close my eyes and try to store this knowing deep in my soul and bones.

I will fight more battles. Not just with pregnancy, but with my full body and self-image. 

Let me remember this moment when I look in the mirror and see myself through the world’s lies.

When I look at my children looking at me and wish they saw something different than exactly who I am.

When I see the world see me and convince myself I am not enough for it. 

Let me remember that in this moment I KNEW:

I AM beauty. 

With Love,

💜Lainey @LoveMessyLife

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