I just finished taking photos for a fitness feature for my friend's blog, The Daring Dandelion. To be honest I was uncomfortable in my own skin.
Silly, I just posted pictures of my daughters birth. It's not like I could get any more vulnerable and exposed than that.
But for some reason I was feeling vulnerable. I felt exposed. I'm not sure what it is that made me so uncomfortable. I tried on all my workout clothes before I felt "good enough" in the outfit you see pictured.
Before heading out I took one last look in the mirror, stood up straight, smiled, and reminded myself that this body carried and gave birth to a beautiful little girl. So of course it's going to look different and there is nothing wrong with that.
I need to celebrate not condemn this body. I need to honor and rejoice what this body has done.
Adrien
