Learning to love my body
When I was a kid I was always very skinny, so much so that I was even teased for it. I was blessed to be raised by a mother that did not speak badly about her body and was a good example for me. As a teenager and young adult I retained my fast metabolism and although I had dealt with body image issues like any young person it wasn't until after the birth of my second child that I became increasingly self conscious and even ashamed of how I looked. After my first child was born I had diastasis recti (separation of the stomach muscles) and did not seek the help I needed to repair it. It of course did not help that my second child was ten pounds at birth and my stomach had stretched to its limit! Again I didn't do much physical therapy to fix the separation in my stomach so I ended up with a little "pooch", the technical term us Mom's have for post baby stomach. ;) I was aware of the change in my body for sure and it bothered me a little but it wasn’t until so...