And, on the rare occasions that I decided to be brave enough to bare my belly, I ended up hiding it with an oversized-tank, the hubs t-shirt, or a beach cover-up.
That was…until this past weekend!
Can you believe it?
I actually went to a pool party and wore a bikini and guess what? I wasn’t as self-conscious as I thought I would be.
In fact, it felt good to kind of rock a “this is me” attitude and own my body, flaws and all.
Do I want to get in better shape? Of course, I do.
Would I like my boobs to sag a little less and maybe grow or perk up some? Certainly.
Would I like my stretch marks to go away? I’m not quite so sure.
While I would love to be more toned and look better in a bikini, I found myself looking down at my lower belly fluff and faded stretch marks and then over to my kids and thinking “this body gave me them.”
And for that, well, at a minimum, I owe my body kind words when I speak of it, and I owe it a selfie which I will happily share.
**This article originally appeared on Jthreenme.com. Published with permission.