Growing up I was always different than most of my friends, specially when it came to the way we looked. I am also 5 years younger than my sister and have always been 5 times bigger than her. Even to this day, I’m the biggest of all my friends. I used to hate it and sometimes I still do. But on the days I don’t, I’m so preoccupied with life; being a mom, wife, friend, and daughter.. I don’t even notice. I’m not focused on my body. Not saying I couldn’t lose a couple (or more) pounds, but I’ve come to learn to love myself. Some days are harder than others, and some days, I’m feelin’ my big, beautiful self. We recently did family photos and I wore a dress, heels and fake lashes. I felt so out of place. I missed my natural face, mom bun & leggings. That’s my usual. Nothing extra, over the top or special about it. I’ve gotten so comfortable with myself that when I wear more, I feel weird. “Less is more”, that’s my motto. Having daughters has led me to a whole new way of thinking. They are the most beautiful girls I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I want them to feel comfortable in their own skin. I may not love every pound I’ve gained, but I love every ounce of my daughters beings. I gained all this weight doing one of life’s most miraculous things, growing them. It took me this whole two and a half years to come to love every stretch mark I’ve gotten but when I look at them, I feel beautiful, confident and powerful. God makes no mistakes and I believe I was made to be this way for a reason. Since I’ve always been big, my looks haven’t gotten me as far as many, but my attitude and personality.. that shits golden. I never had to wonder if I had people in my life because of the way I look. I know people are my friends because of my humor, generosity & loyalty. I never had time to be caught up in my looks because I never felt like I was “all that”. As cliche as it sounds, being more beautiful on the inside is really wear it counts. I’ve seen a lot of ugly people with pretty faces. Love the skin your in, love yourself & know your worth. I’d much rather be beautiful on the inside than the out anyway.. but I can be both.
This post isn’t me fishing for compliments, although, I won’t be mad if you call me beautiful. Haha kidding. But, more importantly for those still struggling with how they feel about their appearance. Looks aren’t everything. In fact, it’s barely the surface of you as a person. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT SIZE YOU ARE.