“‘This isn’t the body you fell in love with.’ I said to him.
The body he fell in love with was toned, it had muscles, there were no stretch marks on my belly, none on my boobs, no gut from muscle separation.
The body he fell in love with fit into tight jeans, could walk into a shop and grab any size and walk out, knowing it fit.
This body now couldn’t shop at those stores, and mostly wears leggings.
His body stayed the same, but mine changed in every way. It isn’t fair….
I stood in front of him, exhausted and broken, the tears welled in my eyes, ‘This isn’t the body you fell in love with.’
Then he said, ‘you’re right. It isn’t the body I fell in love with.’ Instead it’s a body that grew our children, it fed our children, it comforted our children, it made life.
Your body is the one I fall in love with every day.
I didn’t know what love was until I saw this body and found out all it could do, so thank you.”
Do not be ashamed of what you have, or what your mum body looks like, there’s plenty of time to give up cake in the future, for now, enjoy the moments you have, and enjoy the fact that you have made something that is worth every stretch mark and every dimple.
If you needed a reminder, this is it, this body you have now, it’s worth every bit of love and more.”
~Laura Mazza, author
My body is 53 years and 4 months old.
It’s missing all the estrogen of the body I occupied when He fell in love with me.
It’s missing all kinds of collagen so all that growing and shrinking done through pregnancies, nursing, training and off seasons, etc. has written my life’s story in the indelible ink of the ravages of gravity. It’s not the body He first touched all those decades ago when He fell in love with me.
It’s added surgical scars and there’s pieces of me missing too. There’s extras now – extra skin, extra hair in unwanted places, extra wrinkles, sags, bags, and squish too. This body is so unlike the one He first claimed when He fell in love with me.
And now this body harbors and grows death itself, a silent killer, a thief in the night come to steal the only thing that ever mattered to Him, that which He fell in love with ….
ME ❤
So fucking beautiful! I can barely see as I write this!
@instructor144 and @adonai-and-amma
An SS lesson for your hair loss so called “love” anon.
