I’m taking my top off.



I’m going to stop working out with a tank top on.
I’m not ashamed of my body.
I am a work in progress.
My tummy (post growing 2 babies that came into the world via 2 C sections) is the area where my eyes go to first. Not because I want to have a 6 pack — honestly I could care less about a 6 pack. My eyes go there first because it represents my journey. It represents my WHY. From that belly came two incredible kids that God has blessed me with the responsibility of raising to be thoughtful, caring people.
There is also a fire burning in that belly to help other Moms — maybe not with fitness or nutrition but maybe just to keep their head above water (there are many days where I struggle with this!) — to have a friend who checks in with them each day.
Need a friend, a supporter, a cheerleader, someone to be in your corner when the world seems like it’s crumbling around you?
