

You know what? I’m so happy to appreciate and love my body at 41, nearly 42. I spent my entire fucking life disliking (vehemently) my body. Never good enough. Dictated my activities. My choices. I was so preoccupied with burning calories that I don’t even remember the Vatican (auto correct capitalized that word btw). I have very few solid memories because I was always tormented mentally by chasing perfection. But you know what? This isnt perfection. It just is. I haven’t squatted in 3 weeks. I feel not ripped up enough. I want to be bigger. But, BUT- I know that’s my ego trying to keep me in the matrix and chasing shit that’ll never be perfect. My body is amazing. It healed so fast after my knee injury (probably operating at 50%?) - it’s getting through 3-3.5hrs of sleep a night for a month now. So soak this shit in right here- a woman who knows her worth, believes the best years are to come, is brimming with love and self acceptance, and who’s up for growing and exploring every corner of her life.