I was just reading on a blog which I occasionally get sent to by another blog which I read often which I heard about on another blog that I read faithfully each day. . .
Anyway, it had to do with loving our bodies and accepting them. I loved this quote from one of the comments:
"I do love my body. I love that it gave birth (five times!), produced enough milk to make all five babies strong and healthy and juicy, carried me through Italy, Ireland, Scotland, England, France, Arches, Zion, Goblin Valley, Little Wild Horse Canyon, and University Mall during the Christmas rush; to the top of Mount Timpanogos, to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, and up and down my stairs a million times each day. I love that it can twist into a pretzel during yoga, bend to pull a week, straighten to lift a child, and curve to snuggle with my husband."
Isn't that great! I love that I have a strong body too. I want it to be stronger to do even more things, so getting in shape is still high on my to-do list. But loving my body is now right up there too. I resolve to look in the mirror each morning and tell it that I love it. Won't it be happy!