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It's not like it's all a tale of woe. There's a lot of truth to love about being in my 40's, including all of the things you read about feeling better about yourself and who you are.

I've learned more about myself these last few years than any other time in my life. And all of that learning seems to have  little to do with years and wisdom, and a lot to do with acceptance.

Acceptance that this body has served me well. Really well. That I've had my share of success and heartache and that right now, today, is a good place to be.

I have tortured myself enough about this blemish and that bump. I have not appreciated all that this body, this house in which my soul resides, has given/gives/will give to me. 

I have adorned myself with ink, I have pierced ears with jewels, and a ring in my nose. I draw attention to myself and I want you to look the other way. 

I'm building on the foundation of who I am. I'm choosing to think of positive adjectives like strong and anchored when I look at myself in the mirror, creating a new form of expression that leaves judgement and criticism behind.