I’m not a modest person by nature so I’m comfortable with nudity. While my body isn’t as slim or as firm as it was in my youth, it’s still just a body and bodies come in all shapes and sizes, young and old.
It honestly makes me a bit sad to read how critical some of you are about your own bodies. How judgmental and down on yourselves you are about your weight or wrinkles or sags. Bodies are amazing! Their function and form differs from one person to the next, from one age to to the next, and so what?
What arbitrary set of rules makes a young, firm body more attractive than an older or weightier one? By what standard are we judging the relative attractiveness of one body over another?
The stretch marks on my abdomen from carrying 5 babies are battle scars that I wear proudly. My rounded tummy and no longer firm breasts are evidence of having made it through the rigors of breastfeeding and menopause and all the way to my 67th year, at least so far, and still going strong!!
I am grateful that this body of mine has sustained me and supported me through some very difficult times, and that it’s a bit battle scarred and weary doesn’t lessen in any way my admiration for its persistence and endurance and all that it’s seen me through.
It’s every bit as beautiful to me now as it was when I was modeling bikinis back in the day. It’s just a different kind of beauty, one that I can thoroughly appreciate now that I’m old enough and wise enough to recognize the story behind the skin.
