taking a moment to celebrate my body for all that it has done, and continues to do. all it’s lines, curves, ripples, and lumps - new and old. my one boob that is bigger than the other, and the smaller one, too. my cleavage that, now that my boobs are empty, parts like the red sea. my love handles, stretch marks, and the second chin that is making itself very comfortable as i write this post. MY PERPETUALLY SAD BELLYBUTTON. but most of all, my mind, my soul, and my heart, which make up the very best and most of me. they should get way more credit, more often. oh, and my sense of humour, because i’m pretty fucking hilarious, tbh. lastly, celebrating my body for being beautiful, strong, and sexy - words i remind myself of when thinking of my changing, postpartum body which we sometimes forget as motherhood takes over. ✨✌🏽🫶🏼