Imagine what self-love would look like if it wasn’t always attached to having to earn it. What would happen if people felt they could just love themselves?
I took several pictures of JJ and I by accident. S-E-V-E-R-A-L. He was all about photobombing that day so we just rolled with it because he thought it was the funniest thing and I appreciated the distraction.
One picture came out so sweet. Too sweet. He was making me laugh which made him laugh so we just had a moment of laughing for no good reason. I was so thankful to have captured this moment.
I’m also thankful that I kept it and will never delete it the way I have deleted so many other photographs because I felt my body had ruined the moment. How many more memories would I have evidence of if I had only realized that I deserved to love them, too.
I don’t feel I can love this photo because I “earned” the body I have through conception and birth. Nope.
I don’t feel I can love this photo because at least I’m “trying” to get rid of anything. Nope.
I don’t feel I can love this photo because my status as a mother gives me a sympathy hall pass. Nope.
I LOVE THIS PHOTO. PERIOD. NO STRINGS ATTACHED.
As all self love should be.