Imperfect Perfection

So, I find myself in front of the mirror a lot!
At first it was the fascination of my rapidly reducing form. I would turn to the left, turn to the right....hmmmm..Where had I gone?
There was a heck of a lot of flesh missing, and although it was a totally surreal feeling, it was a pretty good one.
However, I found myself flicking at my drooping bum in the mirror today. And hang on, where did my ample breasts go, and leave me these saggy bags. And far out! What about the floppy belly flap??
So, in my early weight loss success, I stripped off my board shorts, and off came my security rashie in the water. My tshirts got braver and my arms were exposed. I started wearing tights to the gym instead of floppy track pants, and now I am seeing only imperfections.

Before I let this mindset take hold, I remembered an old friend of mine that had lost a lot of weight many years ago, being embarrassed of his stretch marks. I told him they were his Battle Scars, and that he should be proud of them. It showed others of a courageous battle fought.
And now I should listen to that old advice that came from me.

Today I saw this quote by Billie Mobayed.
"When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold.
They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful."

I like that thinking ;)

Affirmation: Am a perfect being in every way. I am capable of and worthy of giving and receiving love.