I love my body. - - - I was going to write this lengthy write up about how proud I was of myself and what it took to get here, and in reflecting on all that I started to cry. I got really emotional about how incredible of a gift it is to come to a point in your life that you actually love your body.
I’ve been through a lot, and I’ve also put my body through a lot (actually, I should say I abused my body a lot with food) prior to starting this journey. Over the last two years, I’ve showed my body the self-love and respect it deserves and it has paid off in unimaginable ways.
My body isn’t perfect. I don’t have the boobs I want, obesity followed by extreme weight loss will mess them up but I’m okay with them now…a push-up bra will go a long way. I have stretch marks everywhere, literally, but they are mostly faded. I haven’t had kids yet, and I have stretch marks on my stomach as though I did. I have loose skin, most of which is in my lower abdomen area that’s covered by underwear and my upper inner thighs. I am in pain 365 days of the year, from lower back pain and a knee injury that’s not reacting well as time goes on. For the most part I’m okay with it, from time to time it annoys me that I don’t have the ideal body, but then again who the hell on earth does?
Even the chicks or guys we think are perfect, aren’t. We are all going to age and wrinkle some day, we’ll all be saggy some day, we all have stretch marks, we are all flawed: and that is what makes you you and me me. I guess I went ahead and wrote a lengthy write up anyway, but all that was to say that - my body isn’t perfect but I freakin’ love it. I hope you have this feeling or at the very least, get to experience it in the very near future. xox
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