Tonight I am at home watching old dvd's of Will & Grace and wearing my favourite pink knickers.



They make me happy.

I think about how I am a grown-up now (Apparently).

When I looked into the mirror tonight, wearing my pink knickers, instead of seeing a weird lumpy creature from the scary place called reality, I saw a work of art.

I realised that my body is a lovely sculpture. It has lovely smooth bits and lovely bumpy bits. It's all warm and smooth and squishy and snuggly and strong all at once, and that's just fine with me.

When I walk some bits stay still and other bits wiggle, and that makes me sniggle!

(If you want to know what sniggle means, ask Rhys.)

My feet are funny and little, and my tummy has a little bump in it where the chocolate goes.

And all of me is WHITE except for my forearms, they are brown and freckled from driving.

I did a little twirl and smiled.

My bottom wiggles. and THAT IS OKAY BY ME.

I never thought this day would come. Thank you Jesus, for being my sculptor. I love you.

And now I can love me too.