![]() I’m always thinking about how long it’ll take me to get back to the “old me”. And not loving how my body looks for the past 7 months has been disorienting, humbling and hard. Right now, 7 months postpartum, I’m at a place where I’m incredibly proud of what my body did and can do, but I haven’t fully accepted how my new body looks. It feels so wrong, and disappointing to type that, but it’s the truth. Since giving birth to Ella, I have not loved my postpartum body. I focus solely on what it looks like, and the lens I view it through is warped with criticism, dislike, and comparison. I no longer care about all that it can do. Or how my legs can carry me up mountainsides, or on hilly 2 mile runs.Īnd some days, my relationship with my body hits a low, and all the love and pride vanishes away. How my biceps and shoulders can complete 36 reps of bicep curls with 25 lb. ![]() Other times, I’m enamored not with the way my body looks, but what it can do. How wide, soft and gracious my thighs are. The way my hips curve and taper to my waist. Some days, and even some years, I’m in love with my body.ĭuring our on phases, I’m proud of the way it looks. If I had to choose one word to describe my relationship with my body, I’d choose: temperamental. How have you been feeling about your body lately? ![]()
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