I have a million plus reasons not to tip tap this post - to ignore today.
The timing's wrong.
I've just had a baby.
I'm carrying extra weight.
I have a fresh scar below the Missi belly there.
My breasts weren't best - again.
Right now, I need to wee pretty much permanently.
My wrist is in a splint.
My eyes are carrying excess baggage....
|Hubby looooves this 'lingerie' - honest!! :-)|
about how ugly/fat/useless/dysfunctional/ _____ / _____ our bodies are??
Instead, I want to celebrate this here bod-ay.
This body that has carried and given life to two gorgeous children.
This body that my Hubby doesn't judge or criticise - but literally embraces.
This body that can run, baby.
It's only been two weeks since I resumed a running program
- and if I may say so - I'm damn pleased with the way my body has responded.
I finally believe that I am a runner.
I must be.
That first run felt natural and refreshing.
I managed over 4km non stop fairly easily - and only stopped out of caution.
Each run since, I have run faster, longer and stronger.
When I am running, I forget all the flaws and failings of my body.
I feel powerful and proud.
And so damn fortunate.
Go on, love your body.
Not for how it looks but for what it manages to accomplish.
The one you have today - not the one you want 'someday'.
I give you permission.