Beauty

I am a geek, I am a woman, and I am beautiful.

I hardly ever feel beautiful, but I'm working on it.  Fun self-portraits help.  I often hate myself.  Blogging about confidence helps.

I am married to the love of my life.  He thinks I'm beautiful.  I love him and respect his opinions, so I'm working on recognizing my beauty.

My body is a canvas.  I use it to express myself and what I love.  Music, nature, and Simon mainly.

I am overweight, mostly because my mother died and depression kicked in.  I refuse to think less of myself because I take up too much space.  I refuse to think I'm unworthy because I don't fit some mysterious ideal of beauty.  I refuse to continue hating myself, because I am loved and worthy of that love.

I am a woman.  I am sexual, strong, romantic, and wondrous.  I can kick your ass or bake you cookies.  I can play World of Warcraft with you or crochet you a scarf.  I can ride a motorcycle and sing like an angel.  I can read a book faster than you could imagine, and have an intelligent conversation about it.  I laugh at fart jokes on Family Guy and I love babies and kittens.  I am NOTHING if not impossible to label.  I am soft and hard, kind if you're good or malicious if you hurt someone I love, light and dark, and everything in between.

I am beautiful, I am loved, and I matter.