Each morning when I look in the mirror, my body begins singing back to me. I know I use a lot of music-but I love it. Set the mood:
At about 50 seconds is when it really begins: “A little bit softer now, A little bit softer now.” You know the part. Usually I, instead embrace the rest of the song and dance my way to a kiss and hug from sidekick one and two. I revel in the amazement of what my body made. Those two precious souls. Thinking of it that way, the little extra, the scars, and even extra dimples are well worth the reward I have received. Still…
We went boating the other day with a couple of really good friends. Mom in the group is super in shape, hard body, Olympic hopeful. No doubt she will get there and she looks amazing. You can imagine my fear to be in front of this company in just my swimming suit. But alas, the skis were calling me and my kids were anxious to get in the tube. So I peeled off the cover-up and embraced my own body-as it is-to live this life and enjoy this moment. It was amazing and my kids had the best day ever.
I learned a lot. In my pre-mom body, my confidence came a lot from my appearance. The ability for me to be able to stand in front of strangers, unashamed in a bikini. I was always fit and it mattered to me. Now…my confidence comes from my mind, and ability to raise my children. They existed together today, and I chose the confidence in me and my children to shine through.
As our friends left, my sweet Olympian, who is more than just a fit friend, said, “Let’s do this again soon.” and I realized that to her, It doesn’t matter anyway. She sees me for who I am and is glad to hang around.
I will work on my physical well-being for my kids one day, but I would miss out on so much if I hid in fear of the thighs that are so smitten with one another that they are having a hard time staying away. I would miss out on my life. So I will continue to “Shout” and enjoy my day, love my kids and live my life. A little swimsuit horror won’t last forever-but I guarantee those memories will.