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.
——Taken by Alex Elle. Please do not remove tag link when reblogging.