Talking Body Image

For most of my life, I would have told you I hated how I looked.

Maybe it’s on society and unrealistic standards. Maybe it’s on comments that I can still remember being made growing up…sometimes about me but mostly people talking badly about themselves. Maybe it was my perpetually landing in “the friend zone.” Maybe it’s all stories I made up in my head.

Whatever the root, it was ridiculous.

And then, this little girl behind me came along.

I decided that if I didn’t love myself, I sure couldn’t raise her to love herself.

And that was the end of it for me. Hard stop. No negative comments. No fretting over stretch marks or extra pounds or a face too round or legs too short. Because that just doesn’t matter.

So here we are…and I’ve never felt better.

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