The times when I start thinking about my body too much, I remember that I don’t really pay attention to other peoples bodies. It really doesn’t register to me. I don’t judge how other people look. Rather, I judge how I get along with them and the energy they give off. I truly believe that everyone has beauty.
I take care of my body’s needs. I have had to evolve as I have grown. I try to eat food that feels good and keep myself strong. I think that feeling strong is important to me. I wear clothes that feel good on my body and spend very little time in front of the mirror. I focus more on who I am as a person. Like the Roald Dahl picture attached, I think our inside shines outward. I’ve met “beautiful“ people who were ugly af.
My body has changed in a bunch of different ways since having my children. There’s always pressure to try to look how you did before having kids, but I think that is ridiculous. Every single thing about me has changed, why wouldn’t I want my body to reflect that growth as well?
It is helpful for me to think about all the people that I have loved in my life. Their stunning beauty in my eyes is not because they are perfect, but because of my love for them. I wouldn’t want them any other way then exactly who they are.