Can I just take a moment to rant and admit that I feel absolutely #ridiculous in high waisted leggings! Like seriously, how is this even remotely cute on me? Even my toddler asked why my pants almost hit my bra! Somedays I feel like the biggest #fitchick freak of nature. Not only am I an un-fan of leg/ booty day, I HATE high waisted- Steve-freaking-Urkle pants. Why exactly would I want to wear my pants all the way up to my tattas? Do I not work dedicatedly hard on my core?! I’m proud of it, why on God’s green earth would I hide it?! They remind me of those horrible mom jeans, that for some ungodly reason, are trying to come back into style. Whats worse? It’s almost impossible to buy #workoutgear that isn’t high like these anymore! 😒 This is why, if you see me at the gym, my pants are rolled down at the waist, several times. Anyone know of a tailor who could help a sist’a out?! #sorry @ryderwear your pants are cute all the way up until your ridiculously high waist length. I ain’t got no love for gym wear moo moos! #notafan#endrant
Dear body, I know you have been through so much, particularly in the last 4 years. You’ve created, birthed and nourished 2 babies. Only to be rewarded with stretch marks and lose skin. You have held up through extreme diets, extreme workouts and mass amounts of pressure. And still, with each new day you age and we find more Cellulite, sun spots and wrinkles. You’ve been forcefully put to sleep twice in 3 months, had major organs removed, new pieces installed and hormonal upheavals that would rival that of a teenage girl. And yet here you stand. Strong. Happy. Healthy. You are not a shredded testimonial to Instagram. You are my perfectly imperfect masterpiece. You are the home to my soul. The shell for my being, and despite all that I have, and will continue to throw your way, you flourish. Showing up everyday to work on an ever growing masterpiece that will take my lifetime to create and finish. I know somedays I’m hard on you. I pull at your skin and scold you for your slow progress. I know your the first thing I find frustration in and the last thing I usually compliment. I’m working on that, daily. I’m working on replacing my inner thoughts with kinder words. I’m focusing on smaller victories. And, I’m genuinely appreciating the strength in which you carry me through this incredible journey.