This is NOT a before picture.
This is me – loving and embracing my body exactly as she is.
The world tells me to “fix” my stomach and get a makeover.
But I don’t see her as broken.
Doesn’t something need to be broken to need fixing?
This isn't broken, this is my body.
My body does not effect me mentally, emotionally, nor physically.
Different doesn’t mean broken.
This stomach has helped keep me alive in times where I shouldn’t have lived.
This stomach hides a strong core that allows me to go about my day pain free, digest food to help keep me alive, hike mountains, and lift heavy.
This stomach overcame an eating disorder and the dangerous bile of self-hatred.
I love me today. Every part of me. And especially my stomach.