If I had a dollar for every comment I've gotten lately about "how skinny" I am. The look on some of your faces as you ask me if I'm sick. If I've eaten. Or if Reid is feeding me. Or that I'm gonna waste away. Or how much better I looked with "a little meat on my bones"... Well, I'm here to tell you that I'm just fine. I love food, I just eat real foods as much as I can. I love candy, and can still crush a cheeseburger, don't worry. But for the first time in my life, I finally feel whole in mind, body and spirit.
I'm happy. And healthy. And whole. I feel my personal best in all of my life.
I've never had abs before, or arms like this, and my pelvic floor and core were basically destroyed after childbirth. Thanks to hot yoga, learning the importance of self-care and shedding a lot of unnecessary stress in my life, I found my true body shape I believe.
So please know that I'm ok- I promise 😉💪🏼
See this face? It's one of full gratitude. I'm on my way to my first postpartum doula client to complete my certification. This bible verse popped in my head as I was driving:
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." 🙏🏼♥️