I can't be alone in this...

I can’t be alone in this. Something about this time has been so... triggering. I’ve been navigating a lot of random self-hate that seems to come out of nowhere.

I hate that my wedding ring doesn’t fit right now. I hate my jeans are tight. I hate that the future is unknown.

But then I look at photos like this and remember.... those things don’t define me. And when I die, will my friends talk about what my body looked like? How much cellulite I had? What my BMI was? (friendly reminder BMI isn’t an accurate measure of health)

The answer to that is no. So tonight, I’m posting this for me. To remind myself I am so much more than a size, more than my body, more than my weight. And I freaking miss these girls. The end. Love you mean it! 🖤