Perspective

WARNING: This post is for the LADIES :-)


When I was younger... just married... at a mere twenty-two years of age. I was under the strictest conviction that I had to look perfect for my husband to be faithful to me. I thought if I stayed in perfect shape and "pleased" him often enough then he would not cheat on me or desire to cheat on me. So I worked out for hours a day, because I have always leaned on the chunky side being short and short wasted all my weight gathers in the middle...

I would stress over magazine covers and any tv shows and movies that showed half-naked women because I feared that my husband would see that and look at me and be... well... repulsed. I feared every wrinkle, every site of cellulite, every hint of things no longer being where they used to be, if you know what I mean. I feared that my husband would not desire me and would one day move on to bigger, tighter things...

Then like a brick in the head it hit me.

I saw the headlines over and over again where these super models and famous actresses where being cheated on by there husbands. I mean really even here recently... Jennifer Lopez, Sandra Bullock, and well honestly you would think these particular guys would have realized they had "married up", yet these women, who men all over the world gawk over and dream about where not able to keep there husbands from cheating... 

So what I realized was it must be more...

I realized that either my husband would be faithful to me or he wouldn't...
He would desire me or he wouldn't...
He would honor God enough to honor me... or he wouldn't.

And you know what else I realized.

I realized that when I let down this guard and self-conscienceness that I had about my own appearance and looked at myself through the mirror of my husband's eyes... I saw that he liked what he saw when he saw me... and he was not comparing me to anyone... I was the one comparing.

Now I want to keep myself as beautiful and appealing to my husband as I can... not to "keep" him, but to simply honor him, and to tell him by doing so that I love him.

As thirty-five quickly approaches me in two short days... I do not fear it like I once did. I still feel like I did when I was twenty-two... even if my body does not agree with me... most of the time... and well when my husband looks at me... I have realized he still sees twenty-one just like I still see that strong, determined, and handsome twenty-nine year old man who made me weak in the knees when I actually got him to talk to me...

Just this evening the headlines popped up about the 'sexiest women ever' stuff... my husband looked at me and said, "Well that's not accurate" and I just looked at him questioningly and he said "They ain't never seen you. How can they say that's an accurate list when you haven't even been considered?"

And yes I melted and blushed and got butterflies as I looked in his eyes and saw that he said this with all sincerity... that's my man and he loves me :-)

He said this and he thought of me and then I thought of all the beautiful women I know (that were not considered for that list either) whose husband's no doubt look at them and think the very same thing...

Oh ladies, look at yourself in the mirror of your husband's eyes and stop comparing yourself to airbrushed magazine covers and ladies with personal trainers and eight hours to do nothing but workout and eat specially prepared meals by professional dietitians... because guess what... not even all that could keep their men faithful to them... so there must be more.

Find the more.
Find a new perspective.

Do not let the fear of how you see yourself in your mirror keep you from "letting go". See yourself in the mirror of your husband's eyes and let go...