When I packed my hospital bag for Dawson’s birth I nonchalantly placed my favorite teeny, tiny pre-pregnancy yoga pants on top. Of course they would fit when my baby was on the outside. I wasn’t really all that prepared for the way my body would change. Some women are blessed with the skinny genes.. you know the kind that magically make your body look smokin’ hot right after giving birth? Yeah, I’ll take some of that please! For me it’s a journey of sweat, tears and months of hard work. It’s something I’m actually really grateful for. Pushing myself mentally and physically feels good. It’s like proving that I matter to myself. Every day that I put on those exercise pants, that don’t quite fit the same, I’m sending myself a message. I matter. I care. I love myself. I do everything for those sweet babies but this thing is just for me. It’s not about being skinny. It’s not about impressing anyone else. It’s purely about giving myself the time and attention I deserve. When I love myself it’s easier to love everyone around me.
So I muster up every ounce of motivation and clear out a space between all the toys on the basement floor. I run back and forth avoiding tiny fingers and toes. We count the sit-ups to work on our numbers. I change a diaper in the middle, glad for the excuse to take a break. It’s not easy but for me it’s a huge key to my happiness. I’m convinced that the happiest women are those who value the body God gave them, grateful to live life in their own skin. My imperfect body has given me perfect joy.