This is something I am struggling with almost everyday I know my body did something incredible I created life I grew her and rearranged my organs so she’d be comfortable and when she was ready to join me I tore my body open so she could breath I know this is an amazing thing on its own but it took a toll on my mental and physical state for the longest time I couldn’t look at myself I couldn’t even look at old pictures cause I would cry at how good I use to look
the picture is what I see when I look down I see rolls of fat and stretch marks and of course cellulite but I know most of what I feel is mental because when I look up at that mirror(this gif) I’m so proud of myself sometimes all you have to do is look at the situation from a different angle o started at 155 and I’m down to 135 after my baby I’m so close I can taste it but I’m finding the number on the scale doesn’t matter as much I’m starting to love myself again and that what I really wanted
