02/26/2019
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Time for some serious real talk for . How often do we say, “I hate my....”? For me, as a person, it’s a constant frustration that I don’t have a flat tummy. It’s even a source of embarrassment, like if I were training harder or better, everything would morph better to fit someone else’s definition of . But here’s some brutal , pictures included, of what it actually takes to grow humans and then obtain “ “ at . Your body will stretch to its absolutely limit to grow and accommodate humans; then they’re born, and it never quite stretches back when you’re only 5’3” like me. You can cut your body fat down with diet and try to flatten it out, but you’ll wind up with sagging skin (and need to replace your formerly great boobs—which will disappear—with implants, and lose your booty—I enjoy mine....). Your only real “option” is the tuck , an act of self-inflicted extreme to some of your body’s most intimate areas (you’ll need a strong stomach—no pun intended—to look at the photos I’ve shared of the procedure). We’re talking slicing off chunks of your abdomen and literally throwing them in the trash. 🖤 So, you could do that. You could literally PUNISH your body for the changes it went through to usher souls into the world. OR. You could own it. Do rad things with it. Stop apologizing for it. Be fit, be strong, and then love whatever you look like once you are. It is such a super hard thing to do, only because of the culture that we live in and have internalized. But for someone who talks about and teaches women to , I think that this is another dynamic I need to focus on sharing. and confidence ; owning one’s place in the world and not apologizing for it. Walk tall, mommas. You woke up like dis. Messy room, messy hair, and all. 😉💪🏽