Today I blankly looked at myself. The body I’m not even attached to. I’ll never be prebaby me. That destroys me daily. &At the same time, I know it’s okay. I was unhealthy. Truly grossly underweight.
Even knowing this though, I still hate after baby me. Loose skin, scarred body, and not as perky aspects.
I’m healthy weight. I’m proportional now. I don’t look sick.
I’ll probably never concur this feeling. Free my mental state of this. &That scares me.