When is the last time you just went for a drive? Just a drive...with no purpose of where you are headed, but solely to enjoy the afternoon and maybe someone that you love. I couldn't have told you the last time I went for a drive just for the heck of it. Canean on the other hand, loves to get in his truck and drive until he feels like turning around, it's like therapy to him. The kind of drive where you get lost to the sound of the music, the thoughts in your head, and the scenery around you. So yesterday, we went for a drive, the two of us and the dogs. There is just something about Sunday drives, they are good for the soul.

We loaded the dogs in the truck, I threw my to-do list to the side, and agreed that it would be nice since I couldn't remember the last time that we went on a drive together with nowhere to go.

For most of my life I have battled with not thinking I was small enough...skinny enough to be considered what I thought the world saw as beautiful. Constant comparison to other girls and people on TV had my confidence, at times pretty low. The crash diets started in high school and I would lose ten and gain ten every year it seemed.

Losing the weight didn't fix my head. Even when I was at my smallest, I still thought I needed to be skinnier, I still saw the same imperfections that I saw at my heaviest. It was a mental battle with myself and sometimes still is.

When Canean and I met, I had a hard time seeing myself the way that he saw me...beautiful, imperfections and all. He loved everything that I had always thought of as something I wish I could change. He loved my curves and the fact that I wasn't a size zero, and never would be.

It has taken me thirty years, but I finally decided enough is enough and I'm going to start loving this body I have been given. No more thinking I wish this and I wish that. The truth is I have been blessed with a healthy body...a strong body.

Sunday Drives

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