Hello and welcome to another edition of #TransparentTuesday! (Imagine I just read that sentence to you in some crazy announcer voice.) During #TransparentTuesday, we remove the rosy filters of social media and share real life. Share your posts in the comments below for all to see. Or, share on social media and tag #TransparentTuesday.
Today after I got back from the gym, I came home and snuggled with my pup for a few minutes before hopping in the shower. Somehow when I was getting up, I got an eyeful of the stretch marks I have on the insides of my arms. The ones on my right arm are worse than on the left for some reason. It's been years since they were bright purple – they've faded to white squiggles. It's been a long time since I've thought about them, and somehow that gave me some sense of peace about the body I have right this moment. It is what it is. And the marks are part of the journey.
I posted this on Instagram this morning. If you click through, you can see the awesome comments left:
“#transparenttuesday I refuse to waste energy dwelling in past mistakes. These old stretch marks on my arms aren't as visible as they once were, but they taught me important lessons in acceptance.”
