

My belly is a sensitive subject. It’s the bit of me that I like the least. The days where I dislike my body the most are those where I look at the pudge and go: that shouldn’t be there. I need to train more, eat less, maybe do surgery?? The days where I’m kind to myself, I remind myself that that belly carried five babies and gave birth to three. Those curves are a work of art and even if the people who were in my life previously didn’t appreciate it, **I still can, and do**. So here’s a very vulnerable shot that I hesitated to share with you. Be kind when you speak about what you see, please. 🫡LWH