
Reconciling with my changed body is a work in progress and I have worked hard to be kind and accepting to my mid-thirty figure. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But what is it about a camera lens that takes hard fought for inner peace and turns it into unwavering doubt. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
My daughter snapped this shot while I was immersed in yoga and trying to get my mental health on straight. When she showed it to me I nearly gagged. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I couldn’t help but wonder: what happened to my body?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I spent an embarrassing amount of time zooming in and out, analyzing my midsection from multiple angles all while working to convince myself that it did not resemble a busted can of biscuits.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I kept looking. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And looking. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Then I realized what had happened.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This body survived trauma.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This body overcame an eating disorder.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This body carried and birthed five beautiful babies.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This body kept going when mental illness told it to stop.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That’s what happened.
Maybe to some (including myself from time to time) I look like I’ve let myself go by putting on some weight.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And I guess I have let myself go. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But in truth I’m lighter. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I have let go of the weight of overwhelming shame, constant fear, and all-consuming doubt. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It’s not the same body it was 40 pounds ago and neither am I.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
So if you are like me and cringe at your reflection, look again. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And again. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Spend an embarrassing amount of time looking.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Until you see it.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That your body is beautiful exactly how it is because it tells the story of all your yesterdays and that, warrior, is a story worth telling. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But more than that, it is a story worth living.
*Originally posted on Rebel Housewife*