My nose. I’ve always hated my nose.
Let’s be honest, I’ve hated a lot of my body over the years.
Looking in the mirror, forced to stare at all of the imperfections that I’ve always been sensitive to, hasn’t been my favorite activity.
Then one day, after losing my mother, I looked in the mirror and to my surprise, I saw her.
I saw my reflection, but hers too.
It was me, but suddenly I saw less of my flaws and more of her beauty.
I no longer hated my nose because it would have meant hating hers too. Instead of wishing it were different, I was thankful it was just as it was, a reflection of her.
Funny how the things I used to dislike, are the things that now make me feel special. They remind me I am her daughter. A piece of her that remains, even when she’s gone.
I no longer look for flaws in the mirror. I look for her.
And I always end up smiling, because she’s there, staring right back at me.
A thirty-something wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.