I cannot hate my body anymore.
I have been looking at myself, and telling myself I need to get back to who I used to be, but that isn't me anymore. I can't fit Junior sizes anymore. My body looks better in vintage one pieces than bikinis. I have rolls that show through my clothes.
I need to embrace them, and stop wishing they would go away.
I am told I am sexy, and beautiful, and perfect.... but I find it so hard to believe it. Because I am holding on to that thin body, that worked out every day, and only had one kid, and bounced back immediately. That body ate barely anything, drank protein shakes and ate mainly veggies. That body is gone.
I have learned to enjoy food, and relax, but the whole time I have been critical of how I was changing physically. Guess what? Changes happen. Now is my journey to find happiness in the vessel I was given, and be proud of all it has done.
I will no longer avoid the mirror. I will look lovingly at my curves. I will remind myself that I am healthy. I will be active, but I won't hold myself to an impossible goal.
I will allow my body to have peace.
