Perfection doesn't exist

I was looking at SkinnyHusband today and realized how insecure he still is with his self. To me, it's crazy. I was super confident when I was 190lbs. I had insecurities, but I thought very highly of myself.

He's pretty hot. He has always been attractive and girls always checked him out. Now, girls really stare and I do as well some days. 

He was looking in the mirror today and I could see him looking at his stomach. Yes, he has abs but under the abs, there is skin. A very small amount of skin that folds over his pants when he bends a just little. It's a very tiny amount. Its amazing that he doesn't have more loose skin cause of the 100+lbs he lost. 

I'm not sure if it will ever get smaller. In a way, I hope it does cause I think he'd be less insecure with taking his shirt off. At the same time, I hope it never goes away. It's a battle scar....a war he waged on overeating and his unhealthy lifestyle....A war he actually won.

In 2008, I suffered a massive face infection. I sometimes think back on how bad it was and become teary because I was so strong. Strangers stared in disgust and pity. I wanted to hide but I couldn't...life had to go on. I've had friends who saw me during that time that admitted to crying for me because it was so bad. Now, I'm left with dimples on my face and kids asking what's wrong with my face sometimes...

5 years ago- I had 2 huge red spots on my chin that were puss filled sacks of infection

A year after the infection was gone, I asked my dermatologist how to get rid of some of the big scars. She takes my chin in her hand, tilts my face in the light and says "plastic surgery." It was right then that I decided I was never going to look perfect but these wounds are my battle scars. I won that war against the infection. It might have won some of my confidence but I won the war. 

After stepping off the scale in today's weigh in, I looked at myself in the mirror. There are some minor changes, very minor. No one else can see them yet...This is my new war. I will win in the long run because there is no other option. One day, I too will have a splash of loose skin on my tummy. But imperfection is my perfection.