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, woman 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 as a means to surviving the day.
I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t always treat my body well. I’m diligent about drinking water and meditating/breathing, but that’s really all I can compliment myself.
But this is what my body is today. It is imperfect, with stretch marks and jiggle and too thin all in one package. It is a representation of 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 who Amy is right now. And I’m not hiding Amy.
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