Hello there. You might be new to “it’s ok mama”. No worries. Here’s what you need to know: 1) I’m being honest with you. (I promise.) 2) You’re not alone. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming. I still find myself wanting to hide. I wish the wall that I so carefully built stayed intact.
This is me. My (almost) 21 weeks postpartum body. My skin is sagging. I have stretch marks for days. I feel unattractive and ashamed. I have said, “I can never wear a bikini again” at least twelve times. Why do I feel such disgust for my body? I carried a beautiful baby for ten months.
If you told me I would one day be airing all of my feelings and inner-workings on a public platform for all of the world to see, I would have said that you were bonkers. This completely opposes my personality type. It defies (my) logic. There’s no explanation other than you. You are the reason
Last year around this time, only a select few had the knowledge that I was pregnant. I celebrated my first Mother’s Day in secret. This year will be vastly different – for obvious and numerous reasons. One of those reasons being you, mama. That’s right. I want to celebrate you. For many, this holiday is
The local farmer’s market should bring one joy and good feelings. I, however, remember a time when that was certainly not the case for me. As I was journeying alongside my former roommate and her pup through the massive sea of people, I suddenly became very aware of my surroundings. My breathing was stiff, shortened
As of 2016, this has been my church’s mantra. I have heard it proclaimed a myriad of times over the last year. It has championed my home church; allowed people to fall at the feet of Jesus, weary and broken, in front of thousands. There have been tears, miracles, prayers, dancing – all of it