love for my body.

my body has changed.

it's squishier, wobblier, bigger and softer.

it's also cuddlier, snugglier, and more to love.

I have rolls where I once had ribs showing.

I have stretch marks where I once only had scars.

I'm softer in places I fought to be toned.

and thicker in places I tried to keep thin.

now I nourish my body instead of depriving it.

I feel gratitude for food, rather then something to be punished for.

I move my body in ways that feel right.

I don't force myself to move out of guilt.

I am not guilty for eating.

I am not guilty for not working out.

I am gentler with myself.

I take care of my heart first.

my body is a vessel, not my worth.

I am more than a waistline and a thigh gap.

I am stronger than my toned stomach.

I no longer feel I need these things to feel worthy.

and I am more in love with my body than I've ever been.

I am more accepting than I ever thought possible.

I witness my changing form and welcome it's new faces with love and acceptance.

I hold myself in warmth and kind words.

I am comfortable in my skin.

times when I feel fit and toned and strong.

times when I feel thicker and chunkier.

each time I learn to love each form a little bit more.

in every shape and every muscle, in every roll and every stretch mark, more love is poured in.

for I am more in love with my body than I've ever been before.