This was me at my heaviest. I had always been a bigger girl I never once remember being tiny. I was a size 13 in pants at about 14 years old. About 7 months after we got married I found out I was pregnant. I started to worry because I didnt want to get bigger I didnt want to teach my child the wrong way to eat. I wanted to make a lifestyle change. So I ate at home more, if I went out it was a salad or something healthy.

This is me almost a year after having my son. I lost about 40 pounds. I also kept the weight off and now here I am almost 3 years later expecting our second child and still trying to watch what I eat and what I'm teaching my kids. It's hard and I get sad because I'm still not tiny like this world makes me think I should be. But ya know what? I love my body it grew my son and its growing my daughter and I never want either of them to think their worth is defined by the number on a scale. Or some imagine the media has fed us is the "perfect" body.