This was my last bounce before finding out I was pregnant. I miss it. I miss dancing. I miss sweating. I miss this body. Reflecting back I was really hard on this version of myself. I would shame myself if I didn’t get at least an hour of activity per day. I would feel guilty about indulging in a sweet treat or if wasn’t eating 100% clean. I would judge myself when looking in the mirror and tell myself I didn’t do enough that day or I that I wasn’t skinny enough. How exhausting?! And quite frankly, RUDE!! Now, here I am almost into my 3rd trimester doing the same shit. Being in the industry for almost 20 years has my mind so conditioned to never being satisfied with how I look. Welp... I have zero control now - my body is rapidly changing and it’s OK. It’s a constant struggle and everyday I have to remind myself that I’m doing my best. That I’m creating life inside me so I need to be patient with myself. To give myself grace and listen to my body. It’s a mindful practice that I’m sure will only get more and more challenging once baby girl is here. So here’s to me being more kind to myself because that is what I want for my daughter too. Shoutout to all the mamas and mamas to be... you’re AMAZING!!! Day by day. We got this! 💪🏽 If anyone struggles with this or can relate and needs some encouragement, DM➡️🙋🏻‍♀️💜