I watched this video today and it left a big impression on me.
The premise: from behind a curtain, a forensic artist sketches different women based on their descriptions of themselves vs how strangers’ see them
Raising my hand over here. I admit it. I am so guilty of self loathing and and criticism – these love handles, these post baby boobs, this nose, my small teeth…the list can go on and on. I think it is a part of our female genetic makeup to over-analyze and over-think everything. I know my husband loves every part of my imperfectness – that I do not doubt…but it’s a struggle to love myself when everyday we are bombarded with Victoria Secret campaigns, Kate Upton Cat Daddy videos, and clothes that I swear are getting smaller and smaller every season!
I’m still struggling w/ post baby weight – g’damn those last 7lbs are hard to shed – and there are days when I just feel like just rolling into the office in my yoga pants because nothing feels right. Don’t get me wrong. There are days that I feel like a hot shit supermodel because my jeans are holding and sucking in everything in all the right places. But it’s a process and a journey I think I’ll always be on as a woman. But as a mother, I know that I have to start loving myself sooner, rather than later. I may not have a daughter, but it’s equally important to me to teach little man to be grateful, happy, and confident of everything God gave him and appreciate his quirks and differences, and also of others.