Lone Woman Proud of Her Body

I am going to venture into a controversial subject so hold onto to your bottles of anti-wrinkle cream and Botox appointment cards. The opinion given in this blog is mine and obviously subject to my personal experiences so if you feel you might be offended turn back now! Now that the disclaimer has been said I have to get something off my chest;What is up with all the women suddenly obsessed with changing thier bodies?!?!? I have a hard time comprehending why so many woman are so obviously disgusted with their apperances. I use strong words like disgusted because there must be strong feelings attached to the decision to voluntarily undergo surgury and the pain that must be endured. I am not refering to women who have reconstructive surgury because of breast cancer or other medical needs that dictate this type of surgury. I only refer to women who look in the mirror and see ugly and not beauty because it does not look like they are twenty something or like the image the media portrays. I tell you my body housed two growing babies at one time and breastfeed them for six months. When I look in the mirror I do not see the little girl or young woman I was instead I see a woman who gave birth. I gave BIRTH!!! Let me say that again I GAVE BIRTH! I am proud of my stretchmarks, bumps, and otherwise newly angled breasts. I am proud of the body God used to give me the best gifts I could only dream of; Megan and Matthew. I am proud of the body that fed and sustained Megan and Matthew for six months after their birth. I am proud of who I am because I know what I look like does not define me. My Lord and Saviour defines me. I feel like a lone woman in a sea of nose jobs, breast implants, and Botox injections and I wonder where did the days of growing old gracefully go? I feel so strongly that every part of my body is like a wonderful portrait painted by the perfect creator making me"fearfully and wonderfully made". To change any little thing would be like taking a part of God's gift to me and throwing in the trash like a spoiled child, unsatisfied with my gift and only wanting more. There are days I complain of body parts not being as firm as they used to be or I have been known to do the arm lift test to see the affects of gravity but I am so grateful for my life, my children, and all my blessings that the world sees as ugly but I see as a reflection of God. I was made in His image.