I know I say it a lot on FB, but life is just incredible. To be able to exist and in that existence, love. To be able to smile and laugh at the good that surrounds us. To be able to hug, comfort, and weep with those who experience the bad. To be able to be. And yet, regardless of this wonderful life, I am embarrassed to say I have struggled. After having my second child, I have greatly missed my per-pregnancy body. Id lie if I said I havent cried about having to try on and buy new clothes, I have. Isnt it so strange how we make appearances more important than everything life has to offer? My own body allowed me to grow a living, breathing child. Now, thats absolutely miraculous! Right now, Im ending all of the bogus demands I put on myself and Im enjoying the journey and the great life I have.This attitude beats dying with a perfect figure* because Im shedding all of that time and energy I spend wallowing and using it instead to bask in the greatness of the moments I have left to live. *No, Im not advocating for poor health, just advocating against body shaming and trying to achieve the perfect body, because really, our imperfections are what make us human, lovable, and well, perfect. cnn/2014/10/16/health/dying-regret-body-hate/index.html?hpt=he_c1
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 06:00:10 +0000
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