The first time I felt pride in myself was when I stood on the Junior High School auditorium stage and delivered a passionate speech about why you should vote for me for Student Council treasurer. I wore a blue gown and curled my hair.
The second time I felt pride in myself was when i stood on the High School auditorium stage and gave a rebellious speech about why you should vote for me for Student Council Vice President. I wore ripped blue jeans and carried a large green stick (long story).
My next two moments of pride came at the birth of my children. A few more flashes of pride came as I crossed the finish line at the New York City Marathon.
In between all that were days when I would coast. Days when I would arrive half empty, or exit prematurely. Days when I, for whatever reason, lurked in the shadows.
But not March 5th, 2012. On this day, I faced the darkest of all demons. I wore nothing. I closed my eyes, and put all my faith in the power of love.
And I won.
My body is challenging me to learn, grow and blossom. To keep my heart open when facing my fears.
My body is healing.
I have never felt more loved.
I have never felt more beautiful.
"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen." ~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross