beautiful

As I reflect on my last 12 months I cant help but think about the 9 before that. I loved being pregnant. I loved that my body did what it needed to (gainging weight & growing sweet Roo). I never felt more pretty; my body was doing what it was designed to do.

For many women it can seem like you're always (at least me) trying to eat better, tone up, lose weight, get heathy. When I was pregnant I was not so focused on the losing part. I was excited to eat well and let my body do its magic. I felt so free. I was able to losen up and relax. I gained 30 lbs and while I marveled at the scale I was proud that I was able to accept and be excited for that gain. It was for such a great reason.

There are times I wish I was pregnant again so that I would have an excuse for a little tummy (not perfectly toned) or a few extra lbs (not to make excuses). A reason to not be so harsh. A littel breathing room. Pregnancy didnt give me a license to be mindless and neglectful of my body but a chance to accept how strong and good my body is. I never had that Taco Bell Amy wanted me to have!

I know its a never ending battle for some women, and it may always be a struggle for me. Hoping I can learn to accept the wonder I am.