I started doing it again. Walking by the mirror and frowning. Regretting my food choices. Not thinking the kindest things about the shell my soul lives in. I started wishing I was the old Mary. The one who could walk up an incline and not end up short of breath. The one who worked hard to get rid of her love handles. The one who didn't have cellulite all over her body. It has been years since I thought this way and all the thoughts recently started flooding back. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Then I remembered that my body is one that helped bring a miracle into this world. My body is one that has nourished this beautiful, happy angel for the last 14 months of her life. My body now has scars in places I never imagined that tell a story of strength, not one of weakness. My body has been a lifeline, protector, and nurturer to one of my deepest desires. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
So even though my closet involuntarily become a capsule closet and my thighs rub together in the most obnoxious way, I choose to honor this body. I choose to take better care of it and give it what it's asking for...rest, vegetables, exercise and sunlight...oh and lots of kisses & cuddle bugs! I choose to take deep breathes and allow my largest organ to absorb toxin free products. I vow to say nice, encouraging words to this 5'6 frame because we truly could not be where we are without it...all thanks to our loving Father.