A few days ago, for Mother's Day, the Hubs took me shopping for the first time since my surgery. I looked around the store for way too long, finally settling on a tshirt dress that I really didn't even care for. When he asked if I was ready to go, I told him I just wanted to take one more look. I grabbed a wrap dress without thinking and went back into the dressing room to try it on. When I opened the door, I asked for his honest opinion. He responded the way he always does when he likes something, "Oh yeah, babe" with raised brows and a cheesy smile on his face. "But don't you think it's too low cut?
Do you think it's too much for a restaurant?
Do you think people will be uncomfortable or get grossed out?" All he answered was, "No". I felt like such an idiot.
Scars have never once bothered me. This wasn't me. Why did I feel I should cover up to spare the feelings of complete strangers? I should be proud of what I've been through and, more importantly, I should be an example of strength for my children.
Show them that they should never be embarrassed of who they are or where their lives take them.
So I rocked that low cut dress and never once thought about my still healing scar or what anyone else thought of it.
And I had the most amazing day.
I hope that each and every one of you had a wonderful day with the ones you love✨