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But that all changed in one moment. When I heard my son cry for the first time and my husband kissed my forehead with tears streaming down his face all the years of body hate vanished. I simply fell in love with my body. All of my sham and incsecerities melted away. I sat there basically naked as naked can be beaming with joy and amazement that I had made my little baby boy and that I had brought him into this world. I look back at the pictures taken then and I don't think I have ever looked worse in my life :O) but honestly I have never felt more beautiful. I knew then that I had a truly divine nature. I believd for the first time that I was endlessly wonderful, capable, loved, and beautiful. I was healed. YAY! I loved my outside as much as I loved my inside. I found my body and soul when I found my Bridger. Go Bridge Man! :O)
Today with another baby added to the mix and my body gaining lovely varicose veins, stretch marks, cellulite, bad knees, an aching back, and 15 pounds in the past six months :o) the profoundness of my body loving moment can be dimmed in my memory when I let it. But underneath it all I feel so much appreciation and love for my body. I thought I couldn't love my body until I got it exactly how I wanted it-well, if that were true I'd would still be waiting for the resurrection! I was wrong all along. I can love my very un-perfect body now because my body gave my children their bodies! I will never get over that. All women are so wonderful that they are built to do that! I hope I will never enter that dark place of body hate again. My body is sacred, beautiful and a profound blessing.
With all that being said, mommies and all women out there, please please remember how beautiful, sacred, and perfect you are even without being.... well...perfect! I hope we can all agree that motherhood hasn't just made us all lose our minds and bodies but, more importantly it helped us find some soul and body love! :O)








