Maybe we love our bodies because they’re in motion with us, and because we have soft shoulders for our friends to lay their heads on, or because our arm has a cool scar from when we were a kid, or because our nose points us back to our maternal lineage in Norway, but that’s because our bodies are useful for part of our story, not for being made to feel attractive.
I am more than that [body]. I’m fun and funny. I’m kind and outgoing. I’m smart and sassy. I love with my whole heart.
…the fact is, some days I don’t love my body. Things I feel instead: strong and safe.
I was thinking about her love of her body as something that went with her through her experience, rather than something to fit into any beauty standards.
I am trying to learn to see myself the way most others do.
I’m just a mom trying to teach my girls that they ARE enough no matter what society says.
I’ll end the day by choosing, simply, to respect the skin I’m in.