It’s no secret that I’m not that fond of my body, at least I don’t think it is. I think all bodies are beautiful but often have a hard time seeing the beauty of my own. I see my scars, my failures, my insecurities, but not my beauty. Scars from surgeries and accidents. My failure to take care of my body, my health. My insecurities about my weight, and the scars, and the failures. Because of this I don’t often feel beautiful either. It is hard to feel beautiful when you don’t believe you look beautiful or have someone telling you that you are beautiful every day. But then I don’t have anyone telling me I’m not beautiful either, nobody except myself. Today though, today I snapped this picture and I liked it. I saw the beauty in it, in me, and I thought how wonderful that was. There may still be more days where I don’t feel this way, where the beauty is hard to find, but I will take today’s win and try to make more days like today.