I have noticed a change happening over the last several months. It has been subtle, and oh-so-slow, but it is rather pleasing. Gradually, I find myself not minding having my picture taken so much--even sharing some of the photos. For once not seeing myself as hideous, I actually admire some of them. There is one in particular I was shocked to find appealing. I am in a yoga class, and the picture is from behind. I am sitting on the floor wearing bright blue yoga pants (something else I would never have done just a few short months ago), and I can see my ample behind growing below my waistline and gushing out over the blanket on which I sit. I see the picture, and I actually kind of like the way my ass looks....it look juicy. There have been a couple of times when I caught a glimpse of my belly in a mirror, and I felt pride in its roundness. My babies had grown in there. The shape reflected their once-home--a cozy place where they could safely receive my nurturance and love. What w...