I didn’t grow up with a huge amount of self-confidence. In fact, I had next to none. I hated pretty much everything about my body and wished daily that I looked like someone else. Oh to have those days back where I could shake some sense into that poor lost girl that I was!
Truth be told, my body is very far from perfect. I’m rounding the corner on turning 32 and as much as I wish the fountain of youth would have showered me with timeless beauty, flawless skin and perfect teeth, I’m no more immune that any of you out there. I have bags under my eyes from not enough sleep, spider veins on my legs and grey hairs popping up in multiples. I suppose I could focus on those things but really, there’s not much I can do about it because believe it or not, I am in fact getting older. Rather, I choose to love my body for all it can and does do for me on a daily basis.
-My body has carried me through nearly 32 years of life including long hours of studying in university, longer hours of partying, poor diet, no exercise, starvation and binging. And though it has complained against me, it never let me down.
-My body has grown a human being, birthed that human being and nourished him. And if that’s not amazing enough, it’s doing it all over again for me.
-My body has gone from being an abused, neglected specimen to a fully functional, toned, fit machine that’s run miles and miles.
-My body is the only body I have and I have chosen to love it, cherish, treat it well and nourish it with good foods, lots of exercise and a much rest as I can get.
Sure there will always be moments when I wish I looked better, felt better, could do more but when I stop to think about everything my body has done for me and the potential it has to do even more, I can’t help but be amazed and incredibly thankful for everything I do have in this body of mine.
Thanks body, if I haven’t told you lately, I think you’re swell.

Over halfway through my pregnancy and still rockin’ my regular jeans.
Getting ready to do what I love: Sweat baby sweat!






