For most of my life I have battled with not thinking I was small enough...skinny enough to be considered what I thought the world saw as beautiful.  Constant comparison to other girls and people on TV had my confidence, at times pretty low.  The crash diets started in high school and I would lose ten and gain ten every year it seemed. 

Losing the weight didn't fix my head.  Even when I was at my smallest, I still thought I needed to be skinnier, I still saw the same imperfections that I saw at my heaviest.  It was a mental battle with myself and sometimes still is.

When Canean and I met, I had a hard time seeing myself the way that he saw me...beautiful, imperfections and all.  He loved everything that I had always thought of as something I wish I could change.  He loved my curves and the fact that I wasn't a size zero, and never would be.

It has taken me thirty years, but I finally decided enough is enough and I'm going to start loving this body I have been given.  No more thinking I wish this and I wish that.  The truth is I have been blessed with a healthy body...a strong body.