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I was standing in the guest bathroom at my sister's house in Florida when I felt, for a fleeting but important moment, that I was beautiful. This was Christmas morning, and I'd been feeling the frustration of having eaten close to 8 zillion cookies and pieces of candy and drinking far too much celebratory holiday wine. I'd been lamenting the fact that since adopting our dog, my morning yoga routine has been replaced with a walk, which meant I'd lost a lot of my beloved tone and muscle. And yet for a brief moment - a magical, rare moment - when I looked in the mirror, I thought, "Oh. I look exactly like a woman, soft and curved." For that brief and wonderful moment, I didn't think that my waist was too thick, that my arms were too soft, my hips too wide and my face too round. I saw the lines of my body as exactly what a woman should look like, and I nearly gasped when I realized I was feeling beautiful. Remember this feeling , I told myself while I felt ...