During my poor-body-image days, I used to think that
my life's trial was struggling to be "thin".
That's right, my life's trial.
That's right, my life's trial.
I thought that my body was my trial. My body!
Now I realize that my "trial" was really something so great that I took for granted.
As I just swam 50 laps at 33 weeks pregnant,
I left the pool feeling so grateful for my body.
I'm grateful that it's healthy.
I'm grateful that it can walk for miles.
I'm grateful that it can experience pregnancies with
nothing more than minor nausea and fatigue.
I'm grateful that it can get pregnant.
I'm grateful for my body.
And I'm grateful for recognizing that I should be grateful.
