I used to get so angry with my body when the babies weren't coming. I would berate it for failing me month after endless month for no apparent reason. It took me years to learn to be kind to this body that was only trying its best to function in the way it was intended to. Our bodies may not always do or give us the outcome we want. Whether it's a baby, strength, weight, health, emotional well being-- whatever it is that your body is working on, be kind to it. Love it for the miracles it is producing every moment of every day. Show gratitude for the functions of your body that are working perfectly to sustain your life; The blood pumping through your veins and the breath it is giving you so you can live to see another day.
Even though my body didn't grow a baby in the traditional way, I thank it for making sure my heart could. Even though I wasn't meant to wrap my arms around my stomach and feel the signs of life in there, I thank those arms for being made to hold the boys that someone else could not. I may not have heard their heart beat through a monitor, but my ears have listened well to all of their fears and dreams from the deepest parts of their little hearts. And my eyes you guys. I thank them the very most, for allowing me to look into these beautiful faces that hold no gene of mine and see my wildest dreams come true staring back at me every day.
My body never failed. Not for one second. Rather, it prepared me. The emptiness in my womb made all the room necessary to grow my babies in my heart.
So love your body well, especially the broken parts of it, and thank it profusely for all the work it is doing to help you live your beautiful life.