Love YOU.

I write this post to tell you all how beautiful YOU are, regardless of what you may think or what other people may say.

 I'm also writing this for myself. And for my daughter. 

Because we are living in a cruel, vicious world where a size 8 is fat but a size zero is sickly.

The scale is our enemy.

Food is our weakness.

Society is the devil.

Your body is your own. No one else has one just like you.

MY body is my own. And it's the only one I will ever have.

So why do I hate it so much?

Why do we give ourselves so much grief over a number on a scale or the size of our jeans?

Guess what?

I'm fat.

I'm 5'6" and I weight 220 pounds.
I wear a size 16.

 I have stretch marks on my stomach and boobs.

I have love handles.

I have two chins sometimes.

My stomach looks like an 80 year old woman's stomach.

My boobs aren't perky anymore.

My thighs have cellulite.

But you know what else?

I'm HAPPY.

I'm happy with my life.
I consider myself to be pretty awesome.

I love food and wine and cooking and baking.

My husband still loves me the same as he did when I was a size 9.

My children think I'm beautiful.

My family loves me.
My friends don't judge me.

I know that I will never ever have the same body I did before I gave birth.

But from my "not-so-perky" boobs, came milk to feed my children.

From my larger hips, I was able to push out two babies.

From my stretch marks, I let my body grow and stretch in order to hold and carry healthy babies to full term.

My body was their home.

  And for this sacrifice, I gave life to two precious children. 

 

So from this day forward, I will be happy with myself.

And you will be, too.

You are beautiful in your skin.

I hope to raise my daughter to be so self confident, that she will never compare herself to others.

Because I know for a fact, my Kenzie is perfect just the way she is.

And I'm sure my Momma and Daddy wanted the same thing for me.

I just wish I would have realized that before now.

So here's to a new beginning.

 I'm not going to focus on losing weight anymore, or trying to be "tiny" like I thought I wanted.

I'm going to focus on living healthier.

But I will STILL eat that damn piece of chocolate cupcake if I want.

Will YOU choose happiness?