Real Talk⚡️
(TW: weight loss, diet culture)
When I started my “body love” journey 4 years ago I never could have a guessed how many layers there would be to it.
Read MoreLast night I was scrolling Insta and came across a friend who shares mostly bikini photos and ways to change your body.
Read More“Mommy, why is your tummy so squishy?” she said, as we snuggled in bed this morning while daddy took Pj to the kitchen. “Why is my tummy so flat and hard, and yours is so soft?” she asked, innocently.
Read MoreI was online shopping this morning for new swimwear to try - and I found myself on a swimsuit website that I haven’t shopped from since I was newly postpartum with Emaline. As I brought up the homepage, an overwhelming wave of sadness came over me.
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Last week I tried on 6 pairs of jeans before finding one that I could zip.
Two years ago me: Total spiral into self hate, punishment, and either starving myself or bingeing. Triggering further shameful thoughts about not being good or worthy enough to “stick to a plan” or “take care of myself”
FREEDOM is truly found when you realize that what your body looks like does not equal your level of health, success, productivity, beauty, sexiness, happiness, your mental health status, or who you are.
Read. It. Again.
We 👏🏻 Are 👏🏻 So 👏🏻 Much 👏🏻 More 👏🏻 I love this photo because it was taken on a day where I truly felt that feeling of freedom.
Yooooo, that feeling when you realize your body is exactly what you wished it wouldn’t be years ago. //content warning\\ (language relating to body dys, eating disorders, orthorexia)
Read More#NewYear_SameYou // when I look at this photo, I see those arms and I remember the days where I’d obsessively measure them. I can remember sitting at red lights in my car, feeling the circumference of my biceps and promising myself that I’d do arm weights as soon as I got home.
Read MoreThe comments on my last post are mind blowing... so I just wanted to quickly follow up with a few things that we can start doing now that are small but I’m convinced they can have a huge impact:
Read MoreHi, my names Ashley and my stomach is fat. There’s never been a time in my life where I wasn’t self conscious about my belly. Even 100 lbs ago, when body dysmorphia ruled my life, it was something I was ashamed of.
Read MoreThis is one of those times where I just have something so strong on my heart today and feel the need to share. I’m not sure who needs to read this but... This is the only picture I have of my bare pregnant belly ever, and I snapped it a few days before I gave birth to Pj.
Read MoreFor as long as I can remember, all I ever wanted was a flat stomach.
I avoided pool parties as early as middle school. I would spend the evenings secretly doing workout videos in my bedroom.
Fat Rolls. *awkward silence*
We’ve spent pretty much our entire lives trying to make sure we don’t have any.
I’ve come to accept them, but it’s taken awhile. I like to call it body neutrality, honestly, because I’m not going to tell you that I always love them. But at this point in my life, for the first time ever I’m okay with the fact that these gushy, squishy rolls are here, on my body, no matter if I’m standing or sitting.
👉🏼FAT👈🏼 this is a word I have struggled with my whole life, ever since that dumb boy made fun of my “fat legs” in 2nd grade.
When the word FAT started being talked about more in the body positive community I had a really, REALLY hard time with it. I’ve been working on it. But this one word has probably been the hardest thing for me to be accepting of.
Hey girl, ever see something cute and think “nah, my body isn’t in shape enough for that yet.” 😳 I used to do that too. In fact, I used to be the QUEEN of that type of behavior.
Here’s the thing I finally realized though. Body love, confidence and acceptance isn’t about how much you weigh or what size you wear.
You know that voice in your head... the one that tells you you’re not good enough? I’ve listened to that voice my whole life. It’s told me I’m not athletic enough, smart enough, thin enough, busy enough, pretty enough, funny enough, successful enough, friendly enough.
Read MoreWhen I was in middle school, I started noticing little red marks on my hips, thighs, boobs and arms. I figured out they were “stretch marks” - and to my knowledge and feeling, nothing about these marks were beautiful. I spent the next 15 years or so ashamed of them. I would obsessively workout my arms and go to the tanning bed, hoping it would help. I’d put makeup on my stomach and thighs before wearing a swimsuit in public.
Guess what? At my thinnest and lightest weight, they were still there and I did everything in my power to try and cover them up.