I have never been more insecure about my body until I became a mother. BUT here I am reminding

I have never been more insecure about my body until I became a mother. BUT here I am reminding myself that this is the temple that housed my children…This is the body that holds that womb in which my children were co-created. My skin stretched, my tattoos faded, my body shape changed. During both of my pregnancies I rounded out and with my sun I went into labor weighing 209pds. Before motherhood, I wanted to gain weight so bad. At some point I was so skinny I looked sick. However, I sometimes miss the way my body was shaped then because my breast did not sag nor were they so big and heavy, my thighs did not have stretch marks and my limbs did not feel so weak. A part of maturing into the woman I am becoming, into my higher self, I have to embrace the physical changes that have occurred. My body is the same body that survived sexual trauma. My womb has been abused, misused, and tainted long before I became a mother. At some point I believed I was incapable of carrying such beautiful children like I have, that is now the beauty of my imperfections. My large breast have nursed both of my children, my stretched belly is where they grew, my thick thighs carried the weight of us all, and my strength pushed through my backbone. There is a bright side in these changes and even though there are insecurities, my love and appreciation for my temple has grown.   -- source link

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