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Hey, hey! So… I’m in the process of editing this post. As I’ve researched and grown, my thinking about health and size and weight and diet culture has shifted. It might be a little bit until I’ve edited all of my health posts (moving and 3 kids and all that), but if you’re interested in what I’ve been learning, check out the Food Psych podcast or this book on intuitive eating (affiliate link).
I stood in the mirror—sucking it in, tucking it in, and attempting to perk it up. It was a futile exercise, but one I felt necessary to my morning routine.
I tried to avoid looking too closely at my body. But it, too, was futile. And that old familiar narrative started playing in my head.
Look at your fat rolls, your thunder thighs, your second chin. What a wonderful testimony to the world, Kelsey! *insert eye roll* You praise God’s name with my mouth—but your body praises nothing but your sin. Look at all the food you’ve eaten for comfort. Look at all the Netflix binges you’ve had. Look at all the times you didn’t die to self and exercise or eat an apple. It’s all right there in your too-tight jeans.
I wish it didn’t. I wish you only saw your body as the beautiful miracle it is.
Read more of this post and find out just how God see your body—even if it’s not “perfect”—over at my friend Kaylene’s blog.