There were years...actually probably only months...of my life when I thought I was too thin.
Finally, at age 32, I truly think that my body is just right.
The reason I am not at all concerned with my body...with what it looks like or what others may think of it...has nothing to do with whether I am in actual fact too fat or too thin.
I simply do not have the time to consider my body as anything other than a device that lets me live my life and realise my dreams.
When I was younger, I used to spend hours looking in the mirror...pondering my stomach, poking at my thighs.
These days I don't own a scale or a full length mirror.
Reflecting on my life and my body, I have realised that the times in my life when I have been happiest with my body are those times when I have given it the least amount of thought.
Now, with a husband, a toddler, a dog, a job, a blog and great friends, life is absolutely too wonderfully full to give my body any deliberate attention.
And as a result I am satisfied with my body.
It lets me do what I want to do and I am happy with that.
I work as a registered nurse and at work I see people whose bodies have been hurt, whose bodies are fighting and whose bodies have given up.
Either gradually or suddenly, their lives have become limited by their bodies.
So I am more than simply satisfied with my body, I am grateful for my body.
I hug my husband.
I pet my dog.
I conceived, carried and delivered a baby.
I now watch, astonished, as my baby learns to walk and to talk and to read.
My body has failed me only once.
I had an extremely acute case of appendicitis and ended up hospitalised for three weeks.
I did not cope well with the limitations put on me by my infected body.
There were tears. Too many tears.
There were tears because I couldn't wash my own hair...I couldn't bend my arms because of the IV lines.
There were tears because of the pain.
There were tears because I couldn't pick up my then four month old son.
There were tears because I was frustrated that my body had failed me.
There were tears because I had lived my entire life without ever appreciating or recognising what my body enabled me to do and to experience.
No matter what it may look like, I heart my body for being a functioning, healthy body that houses a happy soul.
I am linking up with all the others who love their bodies for We Heart Life's 2012 I Heart My Body campaign.