Truth Telling Thursday-Body Shaming
Because body shaming is soo real......&& most of the time we're the ones shaming ourselves.
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Allow me to pick at myself a little bit....just a little bit. Like this much👌🏾 I spent way too much of my life thinking that something was wrong with me and I know I'm not the only one. I thought I'd share for all those that think they're alone.
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Well, I questioned myself, && my creator, quite often about why I was made this way. My boobs don't really stop growing, even before my two pregnancies. I have no hips ((which used to be #hipdips before I started working out)). I'm 5'2 with a flat size 8 foot that grew to size 9 after I had my son. In the wrong shoe, my foot looks as long as Sideshow Bob's 😂😂. From the front my thighs give a silhouette that makes it seem like I'm gonna have a big 🍑....but it ain't back there && I am more than okay with that.
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The love I have for myself has come from a longggggg journey that started in my teens. Throughout my teenage years I thought my head looked extra big on my skinny body, 114 lb body. I had no boobs and no butt so I dressed kinda tomboyish. I didnt see the point in dressing up when my body wasn't developing into anything anyways.🤨🤨 Enter my early 20s. I wasted those years wondering why all of the "wonderful" men I dated cheated on me with women that looked nothing like me. At this point, I had boobs and hipdips. No ass. Of course, I used some of my time during those years to mold myself in the gym determined to look like someone else.....anyone else. Any other shape I could get my body to be because the way I looked obviously wasn't working for my EX-boyfriends 😫😫😫 Along came✌🏾 pregnancies, between 20 and 30lbs of weight gain, and the saggiest stomach I've ever seen in my life. Most of my late 20s consisted of me pulling at my stomach. Poking and prodding myself as I thought about the fact that at 5'2 and 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant, I weighed 192lbs. 2 weeks post partum I weighed 170 but I still looked ((and felt)) 6 months pregnant. My new "mom bod" must have been the Ford Model T version. Where was the snap back?! Where was the flat stomach ((that I NEVER had to begin with))?! Where was the body that breastfeeding was supposed to help me get?! 😖😖😭😭 My tv and social media were flooded with all these moms with 6 packs who drink flat tummy teas and go to the gym 10 days a week......that was all good and well.....for them but that wasn't my situation. I didn't have gym time. I barely even had 🚽Time or 😴time or just "me" time 🤬🤬🤬 what was wrong with me?! Why wasn't my body looking right?! Why didn't my dresses fit right?! Why are my shoulders so broad?! Was I supposed to be a linebacker ((I'm not even sure if they have broad shoulders, they're just the only position Ik other than a quarterback.....oh, ik defensive lineman too #GoMe))?! Either way, I had a problem 😔😔😒😒 It took me way longer than I care to admit that I was MY problem. There has never been anything wrong with how I look. I looked good. I always had. needed to see that I was made THIS way ON PURPOSE!!! I AM GOOD ENOUGH! I AM BEAUTIFUL ENOUGH! MY BODY IS THE BEST BODY FOR ME TO BE ME!!.....&& my "mom bod" was an upgrade. Best shape my body has EVER been👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 s/b I had to throw in a pic of me NOT sucking my stomach in 😂🤣😂🤷🏾♀️🥰🥰 Accepting myself led to bettering myself, inside && out!! #thatsme #YouareYOU #ThatisyourPOWER #Onlyyouintheworld #stopbodyshaming #selfloveEVERYday #Selflovematters #Truthtellingthursdays #shockwave #interstellar #Amazonbooks #availableonAmazon #blackmomsblog #blackwomen
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😟🤔🤦🏾♀️
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Allow me to pick at myself a little bit....just a little bit. Like this much👌🏾 I spent way too much of my life thinking that something was wrong with me and I know I'm not the only one. I thought I'd share for all those that think they're alone.
______
😨😔😨
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Well, I questioned myself, && my creator, quite often about why I was made this way. My boobs don't really stop growing, even before my two pregnancies. I have no hips ((which used to be #hipdips before I started working out)). I'm 5'2 with a flat size 8 foot that grew to size 9 after I had my son. In the wrong shoe, my foot looks as long as Sideshow Bob's 😂😂. From the front my thighs give a silhouette that makes it seem like I'm gonna have a big 🍑....but it ain't back there && I am more than okay with that.
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🥰🥰🥰
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The love I have for myself has come from a longggggg journey that started in my teens. Throughout my teenage years I thought my head looked extra big on my skinny body, 114 lb body. I had no boobs and no butt so I dressed kinda tomboyish. I didnt see the point in dressing up when my body wasn't developing into anything anyways.🤨🤨 Enter my early 20s. I wasted those years wondering why all of the "wonderful" men I dated cheated on me with women that looked nothing like me. At this point, I had boobs and hipdips. No ass. Of course, I used some of my time during those years to mold myself in the gym determined to look like someone else.....anyone else. Any other shape I could get my body to be because the way I looked obviously wasn't working for my EX-boyfriends 😫😫😫 Along came✌🏾 pregnancies, between 20 and 30lbs of weight gain, and the saggiest stomach I've ever seen in my life. Most of my late 20s consisted of me pulling at my stomach. Poking and prodding myself as I thought about the fact that at 5'2 and 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant, I weighed 192lbs. 2 weeks post partum I weighed 170 but I still looked ((and felt)) 6 months pregnant. My new "mom bod" must have been the Ford Model T version. Where was the snap back?! Where was the flat stomach ((that I NEVER had to begin with))?! Where was the body that breastfeeding was supposed to help me get?! 😖😖😭😭 My tv and social media were flooded with all these moms with 6 packs who drink flat tummy teas and go to the gym 10 days a week......that was all good and well.....for them but that wasn't my situation. I didn't have gym time. I barely even had 🚽Time or 😴time or just "me" time 🤬🤬🤬 what was wrong with me?! Why wasn't my body looking right?! Why didn't my dresses fit right?! Why are my shoulders so broad?! Was I supposed to be a linebacker ((I'm not even sure if they have broad shoulders, they're just the only position Ik other than a quarterback.....oh, ik defensive lineman too #GoMe))?! Either way, I had a problem 😔😔😒😒 It took me way longer than I care to admit that I was MY problem. There has never been anything wrong with how I look. I looked good. I always had. needed to see that I was made THIS way ON PURPOSE!!! I AM GOOD ENOUGH! I AM BEAUTIFUL ENOUGH! MY BODY IS THE BEST BODY FOR ME TO BE ME!!.....&& my "mom bod" was an upgrade. Best shape my body has EVER been👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 s/b I had to throw in a pic of me NOT sucking my stomach in 😂🤣😂🤷🏾♀️🥰🥰 Accepting myself led to bettering myself, inside && out!! #thatsme #YouareYOU #ThatisyourPOWER #Onlyyouintheworld #stopbodyshaming #selfloveEVERYday #Selflovematters #Truthtellingthursdays #shockwave #interstellar #Amazonbooks #availableonAmazon #blackmomsblog #blackwomen
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