When you're sick of your own defeatist-ass, genetically predisposed shit, you drop it. On top of making it to two full years of nursing my youngest child, I began tapping into other avenues that brought me stimulation and pleasure; art, music, games, WAAAAAAAAAAY more dancing, and LOADS of stretching. It helps that he is so mischievous and keeps me busy. This isn't a brag post at all. It's a post meant to encourage any other moms who think they aren't capable or not good enough or smart enough or pretty enough or think that you're not a good parent. I have never questioned myself so much in my life as the moment I became a mother. My children are alive, well, smart, happy, thriving and full of life. I'm doing a DAMN good job!!! I also am receiving more help than I was able to acknowledge; I have a loving village of friends, family and lookers on who also have encouraged me to keep at it, whatever my it was. This is year 34, I am the same person no more. I am free. #SuccessfulWeaningWeightLoss #BodyPosi #SelfLoveROCKS #WhatADifferenceAYearMakes #LivingInAndLovingMyTruth #BigAndLittleAndConfident #ViolettaTheEarthBender #ImDopeAndFlyAndDoDopeFlyShit #ItIsABragPost #CauseImOkayWithBeingDope #ManifesterExtraordinaire