Huuuuuuuuhhhhh! Changing the narrative takes work! I look in the mirror at this larger body that was once so in shape, and this face that was slimmer awhile ago and right when I feel like I'm getting ready to sink into a monologue of self loathing, I make the decision to be gentle with myself. Mine is a body that has ushered 2 amazing children into the earthly plane. Mine is a body that has helped my husband when he wasn't well. It's a body that picks up my daughter when she falls off her bike. It hugs her tight before bed. Mine is the body. The only body that my baby wants to hold him when he's at his saddest... or sleepiest...or hungriest. Matter of fact it's because of the milk produced by my body, he is alive, and healthy and growing!

Yes, my body has been healthier, smaller, sexier, cuter but it is unfair for me to not appreciate and love myself and my body at any state. Instead of beating myself up I choose to be thankful. Because to love m

yself is to love God.