True beauty is unapologetic.

As I grow older and wiser, I lose a little bit of my 'give a shit'. So what if I'm not a perfect size 8 or even 10 or 12. In the big scheme of things, it doesn't matter. What matters that I am comfortable in my own skin and healthy. The tiger stripes on my hips and tummy come from bearing the three loves of my life. Those were earned.

Acceptance. It's a state of mind and it comes from within. 

In a conversation today with my client, Ms. D, we spoke of the change that happened to us both when we turned 40. Instead of looking upon ourselves with unrealistic expectations, we both came to a place where we finally accepted that our beauty lies within our imperfections. It's almost as though the tide had turned, now living confidently and no longer apologizing or berating ourselves for all the 'little shit' and appreciating ourselves for who we are, the whole damn package.

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No apologies here.  Just beauty.