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I’m effing done!
I’m done living around other people’s opinions.
I’m done holding MY STORY in because it’s not socially acceptable for it to be told.
I’m done living in fear, thinking I’m going to upset someone about what I post.
And you know what, you should too.
There’s been times I’ve looked in the mirror and hated who I became, I hated what I looked like. I always said I would get my boobs done at a young age. After I had both kids, I wanted a tummy tuck. I wanted to look like every woman on the cover of a magazine, or the woman you see on social media who looks perfect after having a baby...heck even 5. Are you even a real human?!
I was robbing myself...and my children.
Comparison is the thief of all joys.
Social media says, “21 days to your dream body.” The news says, “Doctors came out with this new diet.”
Your neighbors half sister says, “oh I bounced back a day after I had little Joe.” #okaykaren 🙄
There was a time a few months ago I came across Sarah’s Instagram. (@thebirdspapaya) I immediately got drawn in to the content she posted about body positivity, not only in us women but for our children too. I loved what she stood for. It was so empowering, I never once felt like I was comparing myself to her, it was actually the complete opposite...The feeling of encouragement that more of my story needs to be told.
Rolls, cellulite, and stretch marks are normal babe. Postpartum moms and non baby mommas... embrace your figure, embrace the body that was given to you. It’s taken me a long time to love my own body, I’ve been so harsh to her, I’ve beaten her up when she needed acceptance. That’s not okay.
The day where you can look in the mirror and no longer feel shame, feel hatred, feel like you need to change what God has given you, is a beautiful day.
I’m grateful for this journey my body has taken me on.