I’m trying. To love my body. To feel some kindness towards the stretch marks on my hips, the sagging breasts that are several sizes smaller since my children were born, the slightly pooching, middle-aged tummy with a cesarean scar. I want to be one of those women who runs through her house naked, unaware and uncaring what might be jiggling along with her.
I am petite, not overweight, healthy, and reasonably cute. But I would never run through my house naked, not even down the hall, for fear of being slapped in the back of the head by my butt. My body has done wondrous things! It has carried me through 45 years of life. It has grown and birthed two beautiful children. So today, maybe just for today, I will celebrate every stretch mark as evidence of all that my body has given to me. And who knows, perhaps tomorrow I’ll run down the hall.
Shout out to theshapeofamother.com