Love Your Body

You want me to do what, I asked myself. You want me to love myself. And how exactly am I going to do that? 

When I was in middle school I started what would become my longest battle of my life. I started looking in the mirror finding fault with myself, finding imperfection, finding what I considered an ugly mess. I wanted to hide no matter where I went, I never felt comfortable in the clothes I had on, or the skin I wore. All it took was one look in the mirror that destroyed years of my life to come. 

I'll spare you the details of all the negativity that I created, the word, the feeling, the emotions, the stress I put myself through year after year, day after day, minute after minute. I'll spare you the negativity that you don't need to hear and that I don't need to relive.

 In 2009, I got pregnant with my son Whistler. For the very first time in my life, I made a commitment to learn how to love myself, to love my body. I made a commitment to my son while he was in my belly to love him, and to love myself while carrying him. I learned how to love the body I had, I learned how to use the body I had, it was no longer an ugly mess. My body became a beautiful imperfection with flaws and all, grace and beauty, and so much more then the clothes I had on, the skin I wore.

Learning to love your body is one of the most beautiful things and one of the most challenging.

Over these past four years of my life, becoming a mom and learning to love my body, has been one of the most beautiful expressions of what a woman can become, a woman already is, and finding Who I am in the process.

Learning to love your body is one hell of a journey, a journey I never want to end.