Tag: positive

  • I Will Not Be Working To Get My Body Back

    “No, no, you have it wrong, I will not be working to get my body back.

    She was never lost.

    She was here, giving every moment and detail to this sweet baby.

    She was pushed and exhausted, stretched and stripped to make space for a new life.

    Please stand back and aside.

    For her sacrifice she will not be scrutinized.

    She will be loved, and thanked and bowed down to.

    She will be allowed her time to heal and be settled into.

    This body’s work will not be forgotten, hidden or erased.

    And if you feel it should, you understand nothing about the gift she has given.

    No, no Body don’t listen. Because I see you. I thank you deeply. You did so good.”

    Tag a new mama.❤️

    Words @mia_carr_ of Snuggle Me Organic

    Pic Alli Upham

     

     

  • Our bodies surrender to themselves to allow another human into this realm

    I catch myself giggling when I hear boys and men talk about “thick girls” or even body types in general.

    The rhetoric around it is usually 100% the same.

    Big thighs , big butt and big boobs with a small flat tummy.

    I have news for the world. . .

    These tummy’s ain’t meant to stay flat , tight and without stay without flaw.

    Right underneath is the womb, an organ that grows ONE THOUSAND times it natural size to accommodate life.

    WE DO THAT.

    Some of us over and over and over again, some of us back to back to back.

    Our bodies surrender to themselves to allow another human into this realm.

    I remember the day I gave birth to my first who was 2 ounces short of 10lbs. Her father said “Will her belly stay like that forever?”

    I remember my sister holding me as I cried after he said this. My body has already changed so much so to look down and see my body again, 100 times different than it was just yesterday, was hard.

    It made me question my femininity.

    How sick, right?

    Right after birth I was soOo concerned with how my body wasn’t “womanly” enough anymore.

    How fucking insane!

    I just BECAME a NEW woman, an even more powerful one.

    I surround myself with women who love their bodies , women who hate them and women trying to find a way ….and I promise you one of thee single most common “I wish “ is about the TUMMY.

    “I wish I were skinner , I wish my tummy was flat, I wish this cesarean scar was gone, I wish my belly didn’t hang ….”

    Imagine an elephant or a tiger worrying about what their tummy looked like after giving birth.

    Imagine how much that would take away from their journey and how it could eventually put them and their baby in a vulnerable position.

    ITS SO NON ESSENTIAL.

    SO WHY ARE WE ALLOWING THEM TO WIN?

    We must stay awake and shake societies bullshit about youth being the prize.

    Youth is FOREVER FLEETING.

    Wait until you become and elder and have the ability to giggle at such small minded things such as , how thick a woman is or “she ain’t thick if this” or “she ain’t thick if that.”

    Do y’all even understand the stories these bodies carry?

    Some mothers have birthed children who were born sleeping , some have birthed children who left this realm early… it’s not just a belly. It’s life, it’s a LIFETIME, it’s death, it’s happiness , it’s grief.

    To reduce the love gathered inside of me that is proudly displayed on my tummy to anything other than a majestic goddess-hood is criminal.

    Ten lives grew inside of me.

    How ethereal that the proof is right here on my skin.

    I don’t care bout your abs.

    I don’t care about your cocoa butter.

    I don’t care about your lipo.

    I don’t care about your BBL.

    I don’t care about your tummy tucks.

    I don’t care about your sick marketing ploys that day after day try to infiltrate this blissful motherhood I’ve been allowed to experience.

    I DONT FUCKING CARE ABOUT A FLAT STOMACH ANY GOD DAMN MORE. DO YOU HEAR ME?

    I won’t waste another day, dollar, outfit, opportunity because of my skin. I am AMAZING. My body is INCREDIBLE.

    No more of society’s lies.

    It’s a tummy.

    It’s MY tummy.

    It’s mushy.

    It hangs.

    It is FULL of stretch marks.

    It can probably hide a box of crayons in it, if I tried.

    I won’t be reduced to a term like “thick” and I won’t be exiled because I don’t have the flat tummy society screams at women to have.

    Fuck your flat tummy, I like my refurbished water bed.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/jayjrizzy143

     

  • To All The Mummies Who Don’t Look The Way They Used To

    To all the Mummies who don’t look the way they used to…

    That don’t feel as confident as they used to.

    Who’s photos are of their beautiful babies instead of selfies because you can’t find a filter to fix the tired eyes or get a decent angle anymore.

    To all the mums that feel like they have lost their identity.

    All those who feel like they have lost friends along the way.

    To the ones who forget what day of the week it is and can’t remember the last time you had a bath or toilet break alone.

    I just want to tell you that you are amazing! So strong and beautiful.

    And that it’s okay to cry and crave just 20 minutes alone.

    You are a superstar… even if you don’t always feel like it.

    Being a mum is hard work and constant.

    Every day you make it work and get up the next day to do it all again. Be proud of yourself.

    Every day you become stronger and more inspiring to other mums just trying to keep it together too.

    Go Be Your Own Warrior 💜💜💜

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/BethHarris1234

     

  • Positive Post Of The Day-What’s In Your Cup

    I love this analogy!

    You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.

    Why did you spill the coffee?

    “Well because someone bumped into me, of course!”

    Wrong answer.

    You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup.

    Had there been tea in the cup, you would have spilled tea.

    *Whatever is inside the cup, is what will spill out.*

    Therefore, when life comes along and shakes you (which WILL happen), whatever is inside you will come out. It’s easy to fake it, until you get rattled.

    *So we have to ask ourselves… “what’s in my cup?”

    When life gets tough, what spills over?

    Joy, gratefulness, peace and humility?

    Or anger, bitterness, harsh words and reactions?

    You choose! 💯

    Today let’s work towards filling our cups with gratitude, forgiveness, joy, words of affirmation; and kindness, gentleness and love for others

  • One Night A Snake-Inspirational Post

    One night a snake… while it was looking for food, entered a carpenter’s workshop.

    The carpenter, who was a rather untidy man, had left several of his tools lying on the floor.

    One of them was a saw. As the snake went round and round the shop, he climbed over the saw, which gave him a little cut.

    At once, thinking that the saw was attacking him, he turned around and bit it so hard that his mouth started to bleed. This made him very angry. He attacked again and again until the saw was covered with his blood.

    Dying from his own wounds, the snake decided to wrap itself around the saw and began to squeeze with all its strength but it ended up killing itself.

    Sometimes we react with anger not realizing we are only hurting ourselves. In life, sometimes it’s better to ignore situations, ignore people and their behavior. People say and do things but it’s your decision to react in a positive way.

    Soft answers remove anger, Rough words raise rage. Proverbs 15:1

    Credit goes to Doug DeRamus via Facebook

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  • Stop Worrying How Others See You-Inspirational Post

    When you aren’t worrying so much about how others see you, you can show them who you really are.

    Stop worrying how others see you and start looking at how you see yourself, if you see someone who is ugly that’s what others will see, learn to love yourself, there is no one like YOU and that is amazing, you are unique.

    Not everyone will love you, it’s true—but those who do will be loving the real you, not the one you made up for public consumption.

    This you is actually much more interesting, anyway! We lose so much when we trade in authenticity for social approval. We lose our spontaneity and zest for life. We lose confidence in our own judgment and taste. We lose ourselves, sometimes forever. And the world loses the contribution that only we can make.

    You do not need to look like the women inside of fashion magazines, you don’t need to try to hide your face under a ton of make up, You my dear are beautiful just the way you are.

    Be confident, be proud and most of all be brave enough to be the real you, when you larn to be yourself you will not care what others think of you, smile and wave at the bitches that hate, they are just jealous of how happy you are and that you do not care what others think.

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  • Mums You Are Doing Great

    This stage of life, It’s hard, you guys.

    I’m talking right now to you mums who are in your late 20’s to mid 30’s. You have kids. Likely two, three, maybe four of them. They probably range in age from newborns to 7 or 8 year-olds. (Give or take a few, on all of the above mentioned stats).

    In this stage of life, you are dealing with exhaustion. Mental, physical, and emotional.

    In this stage of life, you are dealing with teething. With ear infections. With stomach viruses. You are juggling nap schedules, and feeding schedules and football, dance, or karate schedules. A million balls you are juggling, and you probably feel like you are dropping most of them.

    In this stage of life, you are dealing with guilt. Guilt over having a career, and not spending enough time with your kids, or guilt over staying home with your kids, and not doing enough to contribute financially. Guilt over being too harsh with your kids. Too lenient. Guilt that your house is clean, but your kids were ignored, or guilt that you enjoyed your children all day, and now your husband is coming home to filth. Guilt.

    In this stage of life, you are bombarded daily with a whole host of decisions. Some of them life-changing, some of them not. None of them with clear-cut answers. Do I vaccinate my kids? Do I not? Do I send them to the local school? school miles away? homeschooled? boarding school? Do I continue to breastfeed? Do I blow the budget so that I can buy all organic? Do I force my child to apologize, even though the apology will be insincere? You don’t know the answers to ANYTHING, but you feel constant pressure to figure out EVERYTHING.

    This stage of life is less and less about watching your friends get married and have babies, and more and more about standing by and witnessing your friends struggle in their marriage, and even get divorced. It’s a stage where you’ve got to put in the time and the effort and the work and the energy to make sure your OWN marriage stays healthy. And that’s good, but it’s hard, too. At this point, you or someone you know has experienced infertility. Miscarriages. Loss of a child.

    It’s a stage where you are buying houses, selling houses, remodeling houses, packing up houses. And then you do it all again a few years later.

    It’s a stage where your hormones are all out of whack. I mean, you’ve basically been pregnant, postpartum, or breastfeeding for the last ten years, right?

    It’s a stage where you are struggling with identity. Is my entire identity “mummy”? Is there anything even left of me that isn’t about mothering? Is there something more glamorous I could have/should have done with my life? I LOOK like a mum now, don’t I? I totally do.

    It’s a stage where you are on a constant quest for balance, and can never find it.

    It’s a stage of life where you are overloaded. Constantly. You are overloaded with questions. Your children never stop asking them. You are overloaded with touch. Someone is constantly wanting to be held, holding on to you, hanging on to you, touching you. You are overloaded with to-do’s. There is so much to do. It never ends. You are overloaded with worry. You are overloaded with THINGS. Your kids have way too many toys. You are overloaded with activities. You are overloaded with THOUGHTS (thoughts about how to not be so overloaded, perhaps?).

    It’s hard.

    So….what do you need to do to survive it all?

    You need to ask for help.

    You need to accept help when it’s given.

    You need to not neglect your marriage. You need to put your kids down for bed early. Sit outside on the patio with your husband, drink a glass of wine, and have a conversation.

    You need girlfriends.

    You need your mum.

    You need older friends, who have been there and done that. Who can reassure you that you AREN’T screwing it all up as badly as you think you are.

    You need to not feel bad about using your kids nap time every now and again to just do whatever the heck you want.

    You need to lower your expectations….then probably lower them again.

    You need to simplify. Simplify every single part of your life, as much as it can be simplified.

    You need to learn how to say “no”.

    You need to practice contentment

    You need to be ok leaving your kids overnight, and going away somewhere. Anywhere.

    You need to do something you enjoy, every day, even if it’s for no more than 15 minutes.

    You need to pray. Girl, you need to pray.

    You need a coffee you love, a wine you love, and a bubble bath that you love.

    Finally, and maybe most importantly, you need to remember that…..

    ….this stage of life is beautiful, too. Like, really really beautiful. This is the stage of life where every single older person you ever meet tells you, “you’re going to miss this”. And you already know it’s true. It’s the stage where your kids love you more than they are EVER going to love you again, for the whole rest of your life. It’s the stage where they can fit their entire selves into your lap to snuggle…and they want to.

    It’s the stage where their biggest problems ARE ear infections and teething and stomach viruses, and you’re not having to deal yet with things like broken hearts or addiction or bullying. It’s the stage where you are learning to love your spouse in an entirely different….harder…..better…. way. The stage where you are learning together, being stretched together, shedding your selfishness together, and TRULY being made into “one”.

    It’s the stage where you get to see Christmas, Halloween through your kids eyes, and it’s so much more fun and magical than it would be just through your own eyes. It’s the stage of life filled with school trips, class parties, costumes, swim lessons, bubble baths, puddle jumping , loose teeth, and first steps. And those things are so fun. It’s the stage where you are young enough to have fun, and old enough to have obtained at least SOME wisdom. It’s SUCH a great stage.

    But, man it’s hard.”

    credit: Austinmomsblog adapted for uk readers