​Random Thoughts Along the Way

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I used to think of loving my body in the context of loving how I looked on the outside - to love the parts of me I can see. But what if loving my body can mean something different?
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As I looked in the mirror one morning, I noticed how my eyes looked, and then I noticed how they were able to see whatever I looking at. 

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Writing about widow life, grief, and general random ramblings.