Every morning, the moment my husband Alex stirs awake, he turns towards me and wraps his long, slender arm around my waist. He comfortably settles his chin on my shoulder, his lips brushing against my ear, dry from the night. With remnants of sleep still in his voice, he begins to sing—a melody that truly resembles more of a chant. (Let’s be honest, he’s not winning any singing competitions.) Yet the words never waver… “You are the most beautiful wife in the world…” and every hair on my neck stands at attention, fully aware.
I’m wearing a pair of cropped yoga pants with a sizable dog-toothed hole in the back and a simple white tank top—no bra in sight. I think I showered two nights ago. My hair is tangled, matted against the pillow, and I can only imagine the drool that’s likely dried on my chin during the night.
Let’s be real: I’m far from being the prettiest wife in the world. In fact, if there were a contest for that title, I’d likely be disqualified just based on the state of my leg hair.
But here’s the kicker—he genuinely believes I am that wife. He truly sees me as the most beautiful woman.
Me? I’ve brought four children into this world before Alex ever entered my life. I have stretch marks in places I never thought would stretch—behind my knees, above my ribs. My torso is longer than it should be, and my legs are so short that they dangle when I try to sit at my desk. I wear a size ten jeans and own a collection of Spanx. When I jog (which is only if I’m being chased or need to reach the Everything’s $1 Day at the local thrift store), my body moves in ways that could only be described as chaotic. It’s a sight to behold, let me tell you. And he’s witnessed it all.
He has seen it and still claims I’m the most beautiful wife in the world.
I had to explore a couple of logical explanations. First off, after conducting several at-home eye tests using various apps on my phone, I can confidently say that he doesn’t have vision problems. So the idea that he just isn’t seeing me accurately is out of the question.
Second, I can rule out that he hasn’t seen anyone else naked, considering he was married before me and has likely flipped through a copy of a magazine or two in his time (for the “high-quality writing,” of course).
So how can he view me as stunning when I only see flaws? That’s something I attribute to society.
Not you specifically, but that guy in the cubicle next to you, your middle school teacher, and the sales representative at the lingerie store who once told me they didn’t carry my size. They’re all to blame.
But you… While you’re stepping into the shower, wishing for a flatter belly, your husband is probably hoping for a glimpse of your curves. I’m certain of it.
If you turned around and said, “Hey, let’s make this happen right now,” do you honestly think he’d respond, “Sure, but let’s dim the lights so I don’t have to see your stretch marks”? Really?
Here’s the thing: while many wives believe they would be prettier or sexier if only they shed a few pounds or underwent a tummy tuck, husbands tend to think their wives are incredibly attractive just as they are. I’ve asked around, and it’s a common sentiment.
So, who’s telling you that your body isn’t perfect? Only those who don’t matter—strangers or that nagging inner voice saying you’re not a good enough mom or that you shouldn’t wear that dress.
Who’s here to remind you that your body is just right? It’s the man who lies beside you every night, the one who sees you naked regularly and would drop everything for a spontaneous moment together.
It’s that morning voice, whispering to me, “You are the most beautiful wife in the world,” as I close my eyes and let him help me to believe it.
For more insights and stories, check out this blog post that dives deeper into the themes of self-perception and love. And if you’re considering home insemination, visit this reputable site for at-home insemination syringe kits. For further guidance on fertility treatments, the March of Dimes offers excellent resources.
In summary, while we may often struggle to see our own beauty, remember that the person who loves you sees you in a way that far exceeds the societal standards we’ve been conditioned to believe.
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