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Story teller, survivor, creator, mom.
Heavily caffeinated
Mother/Woman/Friend finding solace in the balance.
So many before and after photos, face to face Fridays, workout calendars. I get the sweats just thinking about the time I spent logging food, measuring out portions into colored containers and trying to stuff myself into a waist trainer. Oh the PTSD **shudder** #bodyconfidence #effyourbeautystandards #bodyacceptance #bodylove #loveyourbody #bodyliberation #honormycurves #selflove #everybodyisbeautiful #loveyourcurves #nobodyshame #allbodiesaregoodbodies #loveyourself #confidenceiskey #bodyimage #beyourself #thisispostpartum #this_is_postpartum #momsofinstagram #bodypositivemom #bodyneutrality #normalizenormalbodies #embraceyourself #embracethesquish #bekindtoyourself
Let’s make a protein coffee! #teambear
Janna the Mutt is not gonna rescue me. #frenchbulldog #cutedogs #petcomedy #guarddog
I know the first and quick answer is yes, of course. If you stop and think about all the things that create true happiness the ideal body isn’t one of them. At least it’s not on my list, not anymore. ⭐️ A happy and healthy family. ⭐️ A life spent dreaming big and reaching goals. ⭐️ Laughing until my sides ache. ⭐️ Pizza with light sauce, and just the right amount of cheese and crust. ⭐️ Going to bed at the end of the day knowing I made someone feel good about themselves. So while the quick and surface answer is yes, the deep and thought through answer is a resounding no. Also, what would I be missing out on trying to maintain that “perfect” body? The perfect pizza with my happy family? Hours spent in the gym instead of making others feel seen and showing up how I am? I’ve tried that, it sucks. No, no thank you. I’ll take the body and mental state that show health and peace, and pizza. *Repost. I needed this right now, and maybe someone out there does too*.
I was already making plans, and trying to calculate how I could safely leave and take care of my kids. I was away with the kids and parents, my husband had elected not to come, and tormented me the entire vacation because I dared to leave without his blessing. Smiles may be worth a thousand words, but those words may not be the ones you expect. Pictures are a moment in time, and judging someone’s wellbeing, life, happiness based on that moment, is harmful.
How it started vs how it’s going. It’s ok to not feel like this moment is worth celebrating, you can mourn what’s in the past. I know this moment will pass, even if sometimes it feels like it won’t. That’s what life is, a series of moments, good and bad, weaved together.
I spent a lot of years hiding what I ate, knowing that people would see me and my body and assume my eating habits and health based on that. I didn’t feel like I could get pizza with the team after soccer practice in high school, ice cream with my friends on the weekends, popcorn and snacks at the movies. Learning to feel free around food, and to love my body for its function in every stage of its form has helped heal those scars from years of abuse. Participating in those formerly missed moments and enjoying food openly left my alone time open for growth and reflection, and sometimes a treat ( because I’m a mom, and I still have to hide those
Teach them that their bodies will change, that how they look is meaningless and that how they act is everything. Teach them that another person’s body isn’t their property, isn’t there for a show, isn’t their business. Teach them that basing love on physical attraction is shallow and diving head first into a puddle has devastating consequences. No points are given out for toughness, no points are subtracted for softness.