let’s make peace - with our bodies
Photo by: @rsanchescarvalho
At 31 years old I’ve decided to stop hating my body. I wore a dress that hit above the knees today, something I haven’t done in years - mainly because I’m still bloated after my surgery and everything is uncomfortable. But also I’m just really tired. Exhausted. I’m done spending precious time hating my thighs. My “saddlebags” (can I tell you I HATE that term? I'm not a horse). My jiggly arms. My gut that’s never going away due to a c section scar and multiple incisions from surgeries. I’ve decided I’m going to start working with my mind and body instead of against them.
These “thunder” thighs have taken me to beautiful places - they’ve walked me on the cobblestone streets of Ireland, the beautiful beaches of Jamaica, they walked me into a Broadway play in Chicago with my BFF (HAMILTON, HELLO! ⭐️) they’ve carried me to the best coffee shops in Seattle, and down Times Square in NYC. They walked me down the aisle to my soul mate. Now they help me move like a fool during our daily dance parties in the living room.
My jiggly arms rocked my sweet baby boy to sleep, and now they comfort my big, brave 4-year-old. They let me hug my mom and my sisters, hugs that I’ll never take for granted. They help me wrap myself up in the safe arms of my sweetheart.
My stretch mark covered tummy - the area I hate the most. The place where most of my pain shows up daily from my chronic illness. The place that decided it was just done carrying my baby a couple of weeks ago. The place I resent the most. But also the place that reminds me every day to never take a pain-free day for granted. To remember that health is everything and that life is precious.
If you told me you've never had “body image issues,” I’d probably call you a liar-liar pants on fire. I’m just here to remind you that your body is beautiful, even when it feels broken. It has carried you through the lowest lows and the highest highs, and I don’t think it’s done quite yet.
I pinky promise you, the way that you look is the least interesting thing about you.
You’re a babe, a 10/10!
Let’s make peace & start talking to our bodies like they belong to someone we love ❤️