Let me start by saying, I HATE THIS PICTURE. It shows every imperfection I could possibly ever have. Also, my stretch marks and this me completely unflexed. But this is it. This is my body, and this is what makes me who I am. I workout and eat right everyday, I may miss a day here and there but I have worked so hard to get here. It’s so easy to get caught up in what your body is “suppose” to look like when you workout everyday. I’m suppose to have a complete flat stomach with no stretch marks and walk around with abs all day just because I workout. I’m suppose to have muscles bulging from everywhere just because I workout. I should be able to run a 8 minute mile everyday because I workout. Guess what, I run a 10.5 minute mile, somedays closer to 11 minutes. I don’t walk around with abs all day, somedays I feel fat over my pants. And I HAD A BABY, at one point was 230 pounds. I am aloud to have stretch marks and not feel ashamed by them. I saw something yesterday on Instagram that made me realize, these ideals that are put on people to look perfect for a outside world is ridiculous. It’s time to celebrate our bodies for what they are and the victories that we have overcome. It’s not about what your body is “suppose” to look like. I’m happy with my body. This is the first time I am saying this. Honestly, everyday I have looked in the mirror and say everything I hate. I am no longer doing that. I refuse to be brought down by what others think I am “suppose” to look like. No more.