This Body

This body is shorter than I’d like it to be.

This body has gained more weight than I’d care to admit, even before I had children.

This body has a few scars from surgeries and chicken pox, along with a few clumsy falls.

This body has a booty like J Lo’s, if J Lo’s were on steroids.

I’ve really not been a fan of this body, ever.

When I was a size 0, I felt too skinny.

At a size 2, I felt I had weight to lose.

At size 6, I felt I had given up.

And now, at an acceptable size 4?  I am trying to lose weight.

But now, today?  I have respect for this body.

Because it carried two children?  Yes, but lots of bodies do that.

I have respect for this body because of how it changed.  Not long ago, it was a lazy, inactive body.  It didn’t do much in the way of exercise. But last week, this body ran 13.1 miles in 3 hours.  It wasn’t easy.  It wasn’t elegant.  It wasn’t prizewinning.

But it happened.  This body made it happen.

And now, I have a new found acceptance of this body.  One that could carry two children AND run 13.1 miles.  I challenged it, and it rose to the challenge.

Those last two hours were painful and difficult.  But accomplished feeling over the last week?  Astounding.

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