At 44, my body has been through the wringer. I have carried two babies that stretched my stomach to unspeakable lengths (how does the body even do that? Women are amazing).
I lost 30 pounds quickly after my separation nearly two years ago, and it still hasn’t come back; I don’t sleep that great, I’m under an incredible amount of pressure as a single parent, my adrenaline is always on overdrive, and some days I eat legit garbage food as a convenience. My “workout routine” is simply moving from Point A to Point B to survive the day.
I guess I’m saying that I don’t always treat my body well. I’m diligent about drinking water and meditating/breathing, but that’s all I can do to compliment myself.
But this is what my body is today. It is imperfect, with stretch marks, jiggles, and being too thin. It represents the season I’m currently in, where I’m navigating new territory and learning how to nourish my body, mind, and soul with love and acceptance of the imperfect.
I want this body to last a long time. I have work to do. But in the meantime, I’m wearing a bathing suit with confidence and pride because this is who Amy is right now. And I’m not hiding Amy.
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