💪🏼 ARMS came out to play today 👏🏻 I’ve talked about my legs and stomach as being insecure areas but my ARMS are the body insecurity I’ve let rule my life. A few examples 👉🏼 My entire 9th grade homecoming dance I was so self conscious about my arms and the stretch marks on them. I let this take over me and would barely talk to anyone. 👉🏼 Before my wedding, I obsessively worked out my arms because I was terrified I’d look back on my wedding photos and hate them if they looked fat. Like, even brought my arm weights in the car obsessive.
👉🏼Guess what.
When I got my wedding photos back, I cried. I thought my arms looked awful. I couldn’t believe it. Looking back, I have no idea what I was thinking. Just goes to show where my head was at. 👉🏼 NOW... I look at this photo and I see a strong, kick ass mama who doesn’t obsess over these things anymore. Guys, I really am just now coming to realize all of the body dysmorphia and image issues I’ve had my entire life. Has anyone else experienced this? I would love to hear your story, encouragement, & support below 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼 Thanks for letting this be a space where we can talk openly about this stuff. I love you all and I’m glad we’re on this journey together! I am pledging to show #MOREOFME this year, starting with my arms. #bodylovejourney