Learning to Love My Body

🌻I’m learning to love my body again🌻

I’ve always struggled with body dysmorphia, so my “perfect” body was a constantly moving target. If I gained a pound or two, I’d look back at old pictures and regret not loving my body back when I looked “better”. Of course, it’s absolutely insane to think a pound or two would make that significant of a difference, but my brain has always been wired to see my body in such a weird way.

I gained 36 pounds throughout my pregnancy. More than I’ve ever gained. I finally let myself eat whatever I wanted, and I THOROUGHLY enjoyed myself. However, gaining that much weight was rough. It came with some tiger stripes. And it took a while to lose the baby weight.

I have curves in new places, stripes that remind me of my sacrifice for my daughter, and other “imperfections” I gained throughout my pregnancy.

I caught myself looking back at my photos from pre-pregnancy, regretting how much I hated my body back then. I wished I had that body now.

But I don’t want to feel that way anymore. I want to love my body, NOW. Not in a couple years when I look back at these pictures. I want to be proud of what my body has done. Not ashamed of what it no longer looks like.

So here’s me promising to myself, that I will love my body. Not a couple years down the line in regret, but in this moment. Right now.

And I really wish women knew how powerful they really are. We grow lives inside our belly. How ridiculous is that?