I’ve struggled with my weight and body image for as long as I can remember. Somehow, someway I’ve regained all of the weight I’ve lost...again. Real talk: losing weight as a forty-something, ministering, mom of two youngins is more than a notion. Stress is real and i can stress eat with the best of them. As I tried on outfits for an event hubby and I have on Saturday, my weight gain was a sobering fact. I started beating myself up. I reached out to friends. I would have cried, except Big Girl was home sick today and I couldn’t wrap my head around explaining that I was crying because I was unhappy with my body...I am attempting to raise girls who love and appreciate their bodies.
This poem, written by rupi kaur speaks to me. More than losing weight, my hope and prayer is to find joy and beauty at any and every size I am. Earlier today, I shared with a friend that I felt hopeless and helpless, however inviting my body into loving relationship with my heart and mind is a good start.