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Just Another Wrinkle From Time

on November 26, 2014

In the last couple of weeks, I have read a few really good and inspiring blogs and Facebook updates written by and about women. About our appearance, weight and just over all body image.

My favorite of these blogs, was a woman writing about how she doesn’t mind her sons seeing her naked because she wants them to see what a body of a real woman looks like…not the modified versions in magazines. I love that!! And it really got me thinking about how hard I am on my own body and the way I think about it.

I remember being mortified when Emaleigh first noticed my stretch marks. Yeah, unfortunately I’m not one do those lucky women who’s skin shrunk right back to where it was pre-baby. When she was about 2 1/2 years old she walked into the room when I was changing and said, “Oooooooh Mommy! I like the color of your tummy!” I asked her what she meant and she sweetly replied, ” You have stripes!” Yes. Yes I do. All the Vitamin E in the world will ever change that.

Although that was probably the nicest way that an almost 3 year old could point out my flaw…it kind of hurt. I will never look like Pre-Baby-Caiti again. But, I soon realized it’s not a flaw at all. It’s me and it’s what I’ve been through.

But lately, I have realized that it’s not even my body that I am the hardest on.

Sometimes I catch myself looking through old pictures and noticing how young I looked. My face looked so soft and smooth! I know that sounds silly since I’m only 32 years old…but the Caiti then looks way different from the Caiti now. But, that doesn’t have to be a bad thing, right?

A few months back, Ray and I were headed to church (he was driving) and I opened up the visor mirror. For some reason, those mirrors seem to magnify everything! Even my nose hairs were magnified! (Too much?) I immediately noticed and began nit picking every little thing on my face. I slightly moved my mouth and noticed a huge wrinkle on the side…right where I smile. I moved it over and over to make sure it really was there for good, and sure enough it’s not going anywhere. I pointed it out to Ray and his response is what made me begin to start looking at all of my “flaws” differently.

“Honey, I love that line on your face. You know why? Because it only shows up when you laugh or smile!”

Wow. Let me just say, that is one of the many reasons I love my husband. It was then that I realized not all of the lines (wrinkles) on my face are something to be ashamed of. Or something that needs to be hidden with concealer and powder.

You see, that line was formed from the time that I smiled so hard when I first met my kids. And the time that Ray made me laugh so hard I almost peed my pants (I said almost). And, maybe all of the times that I have smiled and laughed with countless friends and family.

Being happy is the reason for that “wrinkle”. So, if that’s the price I have to pay… I’ll pay it 1,000 times over.

Oh and the sun spots under my eyes? Those are from the many hours playing outside with my family. That was fun.

The lines under my eyes? I remember many late nights holding and rocking my babies to sleep…that’s where those came from.

The scar on my forehead that I conceal with makeup (and even cut bangs to help hide it)? Yeah, that wasn’t so fun, but it’s part of who I am.

I’m ready to quit looking at my wrinkles, gray hair and stretch marks with such a negative attitude. Every single mark tells a story. My story.

As women, we tend to judge each other on appearance. Why?
We are all different. It would be a pretty bland, boring world if we all looked the same.
Let us all just be comfortable in our own skin! Embrace what we once thought were “flaws” and just love ourselves. Our bodies are amazing, it’s time to recognize that.

So, the next time you start being a little hard on your face (or any other part of your body) remember what special times brought you those marks.


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