A couple of years ago I gave serious thought to having a breast lift. Even though the rest of my body was in good shape, gravity, (along with breast feeding three children) had not been kind to my breasts. My sagging bosoms really bothered me. I thought, “If only my breasts were perkier, then I could love my body.” Well, lucky for me I put it off until I could better afford it, which never came to pass. ( I imagine I would be kicking myself now had I wasted all that money! ) Here is the irony: Now that I have only one breast, I have come to see it as a beautiful part of my body. The same is true about my hair. I always hated my hair, complaining that it was too thin, too fine, or too mousey brown. Now I look in the mirror and see this bit of black fuzz on my head, and I love it. I have hair again, YAY! It took losing my hair to make me appreciate just having hair. Lesson learned. You will never again hear me complain about my big nose.
Tip: Love the skin you’re in.