Every morning, I lay in the dark with my face buried in my pillow, begging for just 5 more minutes of sleep while I plan out what I”m going to wear in my head. What’s the weather like? What fits? Will I be on my feet today or behind the desk? Grey slacks. Camisole. Purple argyle sweater. Black flats. Okay, let’s do this.
I trudge out of bed & stand in front of the mirror, turning sideways & pinching the belly, stretched by motherhood. sigh. It pretty much looks like a deflated balloon that’s been mauled by a bear, as my friend Lala says. Ugly, my heart says. The reason for it sleeps in the next room & for that, it is beautiful, my head argues. I squeeze on some shape wear, just so the waistband of my grey slacks will fit more comfortably. I tug a sweater over my head. Not too bad for a mom, my heart rationalizes. It’s getting a little snug, my head debates. I pat concealer under my eyes, sweep my hair off to the side with a clip. Nate walks in & wraps his arms around me & says, “You look pretty, sweet.” My heart soars at his compliment but I scoff, “Even more proof that love is blind.”
A constant debate of self-esteem & body image.
I struggle with loving my body despite the extra pudge. Feeling confident in my curves & embracing them as who I am. I fight perfectionism & try to give my life-producing body the affection it deserves. I will never be stick-thin & leggings will never be a good look for me, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have a positive body image. Love me? Love my love handles.
On the flip side, I struggle with not becoming complacent in my body. I want to embrace my curves & accept the hips that could put J. Lo to shame, but I don’t want to use it as an excuse to the let the size in my jeans slowly crawl upwards. & so I struggle to find balance between positive body image but not settling.
Do you struggle with this? Any words of affirmation that you tell yourself in the mornings?






