Sometimes I hate my body.
Most times I love it.
As a women, I think we go through that. My shell has carried an almost 9 pound child.
My breasts nursed her for a year and they don’t quite sit up the same.
My brown skin has love lines left behind from weight gain, weight loss and repeat.
I have grown to realize that this body was loaned to me by Him and whether my breasts are as perky as they were when I was 17—it doesn’t matter.
My body is beautiful.
My person is stunning.
Ladies, love your body.
——Taken by Alex Elle. Please do not remove tag link when reblogging.
SLOW AND STEADY HANDCLAP……