It’s the body you’ve earned, not the body you were given.
It’s the body that stretched and grew and ached to create life.
The body that tore and broke to give birth.
The body that fed and rocked and comforted your babies.
It’s the body that you drag out of bed for 5 AM workouts.
The body that craves caffeine and chocolate but thanks you for water and vitamins.
The body that you celebrated love in and grieved heart break in.
It’s the body with scars that houses a heart with scars.
But a body that has astounded you with its strength, potential, and ability to heal.
It’s the body that sometimes you have hated.
But learned to love.
Love your mom bod for all that she is and will become.