Soft is Pretty Too

It’s funny.

I took this photo today feeling lean and pretty good about myself. I felt my abs and my waist and felt good.

After I took the photo, I though ugh. I look soft.

But I kept thinking about it. And I looked back and thought, soft is beautiful too isn’t it? 

What did I love, before I was taught that thin, or ripped was beautiful?

I think about my kids when they cuddle me. They lay on my soft stomach. They hug tightly to my not always small waist. And the LOVE it. They don’t judge it, or critique it or think I should change it. They just love it. Because they love me.

And don’t I deserve that too?

So I loved me today.

I looked at this photo and the roundness of my stomach and I 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 it. Not pretending, like really loved it. 

I do not have to be perfect to be beautiful.

I do not have to hide my wrinkles, or stretch marks, or cellulite or extra weight I’m hanging onto in my belly.

I can love every inch of me and still try to be stronger, healthier and even maybe more lean, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰.

I get to decide that. No one else.

So here’s to loving me 🥰