SCARY. That’s what 2019 was for me. I took the fear that’s been bottled up within me for so long, and I embraced it and turned it into something else. I opened my heart up. I took risks. I made so many meaningful connections within this community. I finally looked at my postpartum belly (thanks to @meg.boggs and the #this_is_postpartum movement)
Read MoreThis is one of those times where I just have something so strong on my heart today and feel the need to share. I’m not sure who needs to read this but... This is the only picture I have of my bare pregnant belly ever, and I snapped it a few days before I gave birth to Pj.
Read MoreFor as long as I can remember, all I ever wanted was a flat stomach.
I avoided pool parties as early as middle school. I would spend the evenings secretly doing workout videos in my bedroom.
#this_is_postpartum Hey, you. I know what it feels like to look in the mirror and feel disgusted, worthless, broken. To cry for no reason. To feel too proud to ask for help. To have unexplainable feelings of hopelessness, anger, and resentment. To have all of your expectations of what you think motherhood is going to be like ripped apart.
Read Moreoday was the first time I stepped foot into a gym in over a year. Today, when I walked through those doors, I loved my current self. I didn’t walk in to that building ashamed of my appearance, feeling like I’d done something wrong. Instead, I went because I know it makes me a better person.
I saw the workout equipment, took a deep breath, and went for it. The entire time I worked out I had to tell myself “this is for your mental health” instead of “gotta lose the baby weight.”
Promised to be transparent with you all and so here we go: This is way harder than I could’ve imagined. This week, I’ve been waking up in tears a lot. In many ways, I’m experiencing a lot of things for the first time with this baby and I’m loving every minute of it.
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