Every day before walking out the door, I take one last look in the mirror. And almost every day I find fault with my body and how I look. My husband of ten years tells me I am beautiful (he's a really good guy) and that I have a distorted sense of body image - like Pablo Picasso's painting Girl Before a Mirror.
Within seconds of a glance, I have picked myself apart. The last seven years of sleepless nights has taken its toll. The circles under my eyes are dark and often concealed with makeup. My unruly hair is thoughtlessly pulled back in a sloppy bun. My nails are uneven and bare because I neither have the time nor the energy to go for a manicure or paint my own nails. The bulge around my waist becomes more noticeable each day. Last year's clothes don't comfortably fit. And my shoes have seen better seasons.
It's hard to feel pretty and confident when I'm feeling frumpy, exhausted, and old. I'll be 38 in a few weeks. And as my birthday comes closer I think about how I onceRead More »from What Little Girls Can Teach Us About Body Image and Self-Esteem