I’ve been making an effort lately to be kinder to my belly. Trying to frame it in my mind as a friend, a source of power, as a part of me that is worthy of love and affection- from me, and from others. I’d say we’re on friendly small talk about the weather terms at the moment, but I hope soon we’ll be on gossiping in class, inside joke terms.
It’s been an amazing February Photo Fest this year. I’ve struggled a few times to get everything posted, but I’m so glad I’ve participated again. I love taking photos and sharing them. It’s one of the few reliable ways I have to see myself with fresh eyes.
I hope that you and your belly become the best of friends. You’ve inspired me to think about my relationship with mine.
Thanks Honey! It’s definitely a journey, but I’m starting to appreciate the power of positive self talk even if I’m not feeling or don’t believe it fully when I say/think it. Also of positive touch. I have a post shower lotion routine (winter is brutal for dry skin here) and I’ve started including a little “hey cutie” sort of thought when I put lotion on my belly. Don’t get me wrong, there are still lots of times I agonize about it or am mad at it/myself, but I’m trying to shift that from being the default. ❤️
Have loved all your photos my friend! ??
Thank you! ❤️