My problem area. My muffin top. My rolls. My spare tire. My stomach has been called every name in the book by everyone, especially myself.
For so long, I hated looking at that part of my body. I picked at it. I squeezed it. I smushed it with my hands to see what it would look like flat. I sucked it in. I stuck it out. I tried to camouflage it in shapewear and dark colors.
Then I realized if I want to truly live self acceptance, I must accept my stomach for what it is right now. It's round. It's bigger on one side than the other. It has scars from surgery (gallstones are a bitch) and a whole lot of stretch marks. It is what it is, and it's a part of me. This is my body and I love it unconditionally. Sure, I still have days when my stomach bugs me, but now I have the tools to deal with that negativity and guide myself to a happier place.
Loving yourself is a daily practice. It takes courage and self exploration. It's uncomfortable. It's challenging. And it's worth it.
You are worth it. You are deserving of self love. Treat your body with respect and care. Find your happiness and never let it go. -Amanda
