my weight has always been a burden to me…something to feel guilty about if i indulge in a treat, something to obsess over… whether i am thin or not… thinking about my weight makes me miserable. i am 32 now, and a mother of four. finally, i feel i have had a taste of the freedom to NOT be thin, according to society’s depiction, of course. it’s a quality of life thing…i don’t have time to worry about it so much anymore! i run after my kids, my day is so full of caring for them, worrying about myself and my body image HAS to come last. in this i have found freedom. i love my sagging boobs that have nourished all four of my precious children. i have learned to be practical and not browbeat myself for my extra padding and bulges that make up my body. i beauty fades, but the eyes speak volumes…i hope mine speak of the peace, love and acceptance that i have found in loving who i am, from the inside out.