Ever since I got pregnant 3 and a half years ago, I have been concerned about what my body looked like. I have always been pretty self-conscious and hard on myself, finding the most minute flaws, which, of course, I felt were glaring problem areas that everyone could see for miles away. I have, suffice it to say, never been comfortable in my own shape, as it were.
My son's birth did not help that at all. Some parts grew bigger, some smaller, stretch marks found new homes (that I had not volunteered), and overall, I felt unlovelier than ever. I have struggled so much with all the changes my body has incurred that I have forgotten something... my body has accomplished the ultimate purpose.
I was created to nurture life, to sustain it to its fullest form before bringing it into this world to live itself. Not being picture-perfectly slender, or having stretch-mark-free cleavage is actually a less desirable physique. My body tells the world that I have accomplished a very praiseworthy goal, and I don't need their approval to appreciate what it has done.
While I still will strive towards being healthier, because I feel it is a good idea for myself as well as my son and any future children I may have, I am committed to no longer seeing myself as ugly and trying to change my outward appearance. God intended me to look like this, and therefore... I am beautiful.
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