Beauty

I knew this book hit a nerve when I started feeling uncomfortable reading it. When I heard my own thoughts, my own insecurities given voice. Why I never feel good enough, why I'm forever trying to lose weight, why I feel ‘less than' when I see images of beautiful people living beautiful lives.

I've had three kids - I will never be thin and yet I feel a failure because of it. I don't see my body as given birth to three miracles- I see a saggy belly, stretch marks and softness. The self loathing is palpable. And I'm not alone. When I'm with a group of my female friends, how often do we turn the conversation to diets, to work-outs, to body image and aging. I'm sick of it. I'm so so sick of it.

We are worth more than our clothes size. There is more to us than our bodies.

Bravo Bri Lee