Body shame. It’s for real.

Women in general tend to be ruthless when it comes to beating themselves up about their bodies. Look in their eyes long enough and most will look away. Ashamed. Fearing that you’re thinking something negative about them.

  • Why can’t I lose this weight?
  • Why can’t I look more like the model type?
  • I hate my body!

You’ve heard it. You’ve probably thought these types of thoughts.

I know I have.

Body shaming. It’s got to stop.

I didn’t realize I had a “good” body until I was in college. I’d just never really thought much about bodies growing up. Not sure why. I just figured we all had good bodies, regardless of the size, type, and so on. Then one day I was wearing a bikini out in the yard getting some sun and a couple police officers slowly drove by and stopped, obviously drooling over themselves.

It got my attention and it felt good. And bad.

Good because it’s nice to get a compliment. Bad because somehow their googly eyes made me feel infringed upon.

Fast forward several years after giving birth to twins and my body had certainly changed. Stretch marks and saggy boobs were my prize for my babies. My body?

Became a wonderland and I began a journey toward wild self-love despite perceived flaws.

Our bodies are perfect just the way they are.

It’s not your identity. It’s a vessel holding the real you.

It’s natural. Your height. Your shape. Your breast size. Booty shape. All natural.

It’s hairy, naturally. Want to shave? Go for it! Don’t want to shave? Don’t. Your body is beautiful both ways.

You’ll never reach perfection, so stop trying. There’s no such thing. Stop beating yourself up.

Afraid to put on your swimming suit and go swimming? No more. Pick out your favorite suit and grace the beach with your tee-taws peeking out and let your booty cheeks go wild for a tan. Go ahead. Celebrate all of your glorious flesh and help others celebrate theirs.

I haven’t always loved my body, but today I do. I’ve had darling sisters who’ve helped mirror my body-awesomeness and for this, I’m grateful. This is what I’m doing for you today. Giving your permission to love your body, because it’s yours. Because it sustains you.

My body has helped bring in three gorgeous and magnificent children. My body has allowed me to delight in playing sports, provide for my family, climb trees, plant flowers, hike through the forest so I could stand under my first waterfall, quenching my body’s thirst.

Is it perfect just as it is? YES!

Is your body perfect just as it is?  YES!

Every wrinkle. Every stretch mark (badge of courage). Every curve. Every blemish. Every organ. Every scar. Every hair- even the greys! Every smell. Every color.

Body shaming, no more.

Body loving… yes!