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Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812

My grandmother died when I was five, but there she is in my crooked smile.
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These days I’m feeling more “at my best" with regards to my appearance, my life, the general goodness of it all. And though I will still waste time mulling over my perceived flaws, I’ve gotten a lot better at saying, “I can see you, you jerk.” Sometimes I'm even able to convince myself that ugly is the new pretty. Why shouldn't spider veins be the new heroine chic? Heh.

I love how you see your loved ones in your own face! I get that. I have my dad's features and my mother's coloring. It's nice to be able to remember family. While I may not always like my features, they are mine honestly, and I know I'm not the postman's kid. Other days (like you say) I can smile at myself in the mirror. I've been trying to be more deliberate about smiling at myself. Approving energy, not criticism.

Originally Posted by Ghoulish Delight

The scale says I'm losing weight. My belt says I'm losing weight. My wife says I'm losing weight.

All I see is the 10 lbs of gut that's still there and the spare tire. Sigh.

Cut yourself some slack! Be kind to yourself.