I, however, am not that brave. Nor am I that talented at manipulating photos. I tried to do the whole writing on the photo thing and it didn't work out so well for me, so what you get is "Limited Exposure"; the most recent, fully clothed, full body photo I could find. I've been avoiding the camera like the plague, and was thoroughly disgusted by these photos until I looked at them with fresh eyes, thanks to Michelle.
Arms, shoulders, and back: Have lifted literally tons of hay and thrown hundreds of saddles. Have shot handguns and long guns in calibers ranging from .22 to .454 Casull to .50 Beowolf. Have carried and moved my children, most notably my oldest son, during his paralytic episodes. Hands: Completed NaNoWriMo 2009, act as my spell check when I use sign language to remember how to spell hard words.Belly, Butt and Hips: Have carried and birthed three healthy children.
Legs and Feet: Have ridden countless miles both in a saddle and bareback. Have carried me through cities in England, Scotland, Ireland and Italy. Have provided me with hours of fun with my friends playing soccer.
I'm constantly telling my kids when they complain that they need to name five positive things, even if it's "the sky is blue today", just so that they get in the habit of looking at things in a more positive manner. Problem is, I've been guilty of looking at the bad side of my body and forgetting to look at all of the great things it has helped me to accomplish.
K. Erickson over at Preachers and Horse Thieves will probably reach through cyberspace and slap me upside the head, because he's been telling me ever since I started with LIB that my attitude sucks. Though he's too much of a gentleman to actually say those words. So, K., I'm listening.
