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Most of the people I love most in my life are NOT a size two. Most of the friends I enjoy visiting do NOT have spotless homes. I love them because they are approachable, warm, smart, creative, fun, because they are great cooks, terrific listeners, fabulous mothers, they tell great stories, give thoughtful advise and I feel loved in their homes. I don't give a damn if their living room ceilings are falling down, I don't judge them because their cat vomited on the floor, I don't mind helping them wash a sink full of dishes because I love being around them. Heck, I happily cleaned the toilet and bathroom for one of my dearest friends just after her baby was born because I love her. I don't care if my friends fit into their pre-pregnancy jeans or have homes are Pinterest worthy. In fact, I'd feel sort of intimidated if they did!
In that case.... then, why do I invest so much mental energy in worrying about loosing the baby weight? What is the point of trying to look like I did 10 years ago? Am I trying to erase all I've accomplished in the last 10 years? Erase my marriage? Erase three pregnancies? Three c-sections? 35 months of nursing babies (so far)? These are earned battle scars; I deserve every pound, every wrinkle, every jiggle. I've earned the right to feel good about my body. My babies think I'm beautiful. My husband is attracted to me. I'm healthy! And why do I feel like I cannot have company over if my house is ugly, the food is not gourmet, the dishes don't match? My kitchen is not a roach infested pit! My house is not embarrassing. People that appreciate ME don't care, people that I want in my life don't care.
Life starts now.
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In that case.... then, why do I invest so much mental energy in worrying about loosing the baby weight? What is the point of trying to look like I did 10 years ago? Am I trying to erase all I've accomplished in the last 10 years? Erase my marriage? Erase three pregnancies? Three c-sections? 35 months of nursing babies (so far)? These are earned battle scars; I deserve every pound, every wrinkle, every jiggle. I've earned the right to feel good about my body. My babies think I'm beautiful. My husband is attracted to me. I'm healthy! And why do I feel like I cannot have company over if my house is ugly, the food is not gourmet, the dishes don't match? My kitchen is not a roach infested pit! My house is not embarrassing. People that appreciate ME don't care, people that I want in my life don't care.
Life starts now.
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A slice a self appreciation!
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