Measure of a Woman

Our lives so often drill down to the numbers, don't they? Bank accounts, employee ID, social security, driver's license, clothing size, weight, and measurements. Are we our numbers? When I look in the mirror I don't see a big 175 staring back at me. I see myself, as I have become. Some I'm content with, other stuff, not so much. But this weekend was the tale of the tape, as I took my measurements for the first time in...well, forever.

So, the way your measurements are done is this: at the fullest part of your bust, without your bra, at your natural waist, which should be just above the belly button (unless you are an alien) and then at the fullest part of your hips. So I braced myself, stripped down and got to the brass tacks of it all.
Bust: 41
Waist: 36
Hips: 44

Many, many years ago, I could claim much more enviable numbers, but I would not trade places with that girl. She wasn't me. We are often identified by our numbers, classified by them, sorted by them, but I say that we are more than our numbers. As women, we are more than the number on a scale, the size of our jeans, we are the sum total of our life experiences, our lessons that we've learned and the wisdom we have both given and received. So judge me not by the measurement of my body, for that is gonna change, but by the content of my character, the flexibility of my mind and the strength of my soul.

Here endeth the lesson.