This was the night we rang in 2014. We went pretty hard. As usual, there have been a lot of changes that came with the new year. It has truly been the year of mirror selfies for us, which seems silly and petty but actually stands for more than that.
I’ve always tried really hard to pretend I don’t hate my body in front of you because you know that it’s the machine that built you. It’s the rocket you landed here on earth in. How could I possibly resent the very thing that gave me the human I love the most in the world? And, worse yet, how could I let you know that I do? It’s a slap in the face and I refuse to take it lightly.
Instead, I tell you that the stretch marks are the places where your tiny nails clawed to get out, that you were born curious and eager, demanding. I’m so proud of those qualities in you. How could I ever hate the proof?
But so much of 2014 has been about accepting the things that are, and maybe always were. I feel so good about this year and all of the things in it.