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I Love The Way My Body Looks

I couldn’t say this a year ago, but I love the way my body looks. I don’t hear nearly enough people say that they love their body. Maybe it’s because they don’t like the way they look. Maybe they think they’ll get judged for saying they do like their body.

I think we need to be courageous enough to figure out how to love the way we look. And then, I think we need to be comfortable enough to admit it. It’s not conceited to tell others you love yourself.

My son was making a picture the other day of all the people he liked. While he was drawing, he said “Oh, I forgot to add myself to the picture!”. I think we can all take a lesson from him. He’s not afraid to say he likes himself.

Last year, I got the body I have always dreamed of…I reached my ideal weight and size. I was surprised when I went through a body image crisis again. I looked so different and it wrecked me.

Body acceptance is a daily battle of the mind. I had to go through my process again to be body positive. Here’s what I did:

I couldn’t say this a year ago, but I love the way my body looks. I don’t hear nearly enough people say that they love their body. Maybe it’s because they don’t like the way they look. Maybe they think they’ll get judged for saying they do like their body.

 

1. Limit My Influences

I don’t read beauty mags, follow certain IG accounts, or hang out with people that can only obsess over the way they look.

2. Look at My Body Every Day

Yup…I stand in front of my mirror with nothing on and purposefully look at myself, but not with a critical eye.

3. Believe the People That Tell Me I’m Beautiful

Austin tells me I’m beautiful everyday. I don’t just believe he thinks that, I believe it’s true. The same goes for the other people in my life that tell me I’m beautiful.

4. Celebrate the Parts of My Body I Don’t Like

Three kids later and I bore the stripes of motherhood. My stomach was a part of my body I loved the most, and it became the part I hated the most. I decided to celebrate my stomach and thank God for how He allowed me to carry my babies there.

My body is going to give me plenty of reasons to go through another body image crisis. When the wrinkles tattoo my face…when my hair rebels against me and turns white…when my boobs hang low enough to tuck into my waistband…I’m sure I’ll be going through these steps again.

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