I study myself in the mirror. Although my trainer friend has helped me reshape my body, my critical eye is immediately drawn to flaws. Besides the visible panty lines (ugh), the red dress gently clings to my butt and thighs. Places that are still soft. Stubborn.
I sigh, wishing I could transfer some of that extra butt cleavage to my shrinking breasts. All that work and I still feel myself frown at my reflection. The dress fits. It’s just not quite perfect.
When I turn around, I see the Captain watching me examine my figure. He takes me in his arms and squeezes me tight. His hands skim over the red dress, caressing every curve beneath - even the “soft” spots. With happy sighs he massages my back and my shoulders. He feels my tiny waist and slimming hips. He is completely pleased with everything he touches. That brings me comfort.
I wish I could see me the way you see me.
Ain’t that the truth!!
Still – I love that he loves you and finds you hot, which of course, you are.
I wish that too. If only we could see ourselves through the eyes of those who love us.
Sybil Law, I’m glad he finds me hot too!
Sizzle, I bet it would do wonders for the self esteem!
Not to make this about me, but if you hop over to my blog and scroll down a bit, you’ll see me when I was 21. Sure, I was/am small compared to most, but I looked like a tiny God. But back then, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t see that. Which is why I took that pictures, so that years later I could do what I’m doing now, and see what I really looked like.
All that to say, we never see our own perfection (OK, you do if you’re a narcissist, but MOST people don’t), but it’s there. Others see it.