Sometimes I hate my body.

Most times I love it.

As a women, I think we go through that. My shell has carried an almost 9 pound child.

My breasts nursed her for a year and they don’t quite sit up the same.

My brown skin has love lines left behind from weight gain, weight loss and repeat.

I have grown to realize that this body was loaned to me by Him and whether my breasts are as perky as they were when I was 17—it doesn’t matter.

My body is beautiful. 

My person is stunning.

Ladies, love your body.

xoxo,

A. Elle

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