This is a little silly and vulnerable, but often the best things are. And everyone likes it when you do something kind of embarrassing, right? Here it goes:
Like many women, I have had the hardest time embracing my belly. Some people don't like their eyebrows, or feet, or wrinkles, or ass. For me, it's my tummy.
That sucker refuses to be flat. It's always had a bit of a bell curve, ever since I was a little girl in a red two piece strawberry bathing suit, with a pokey-out belly. Throughout my teenage and young adult years, it was a constant battle to camouflage it with empire waist tops (90s), bootcut jeans (00s), and a combination of flowy tops and high-waisted jeans today.
But the thing about pregnancy + a miscarriage is that I think my belly is here to stay. I've tried, girl. I've done sit-ups til I near about puked. I run. I plank (front, sides, backwards, whatever). I do those crazy ball exercises. But it's not budging.
So instead of hating on it, I wrote it an ode. I know. This is not The Breakfast Club. It's not a little crunchy and embarrassing. But whatever. I needed something to feel better about it, so I spent about 10 minutes considering it in the mirror over the weekend, then I got out my Radical Self Love Bible and a sharpie, and penned this ode.
I'm not totally there yet with the belly love, but I'm moving closer. And it feels good to accept all of my parts. I'm a whole person, and all of me deserves that acceptance and love.
What body part do you have a hard time with?