it grows back

It’s silly to be so affected by one thing. An attribute. Something that, guess what, grows back.

Real moment » My whole life I’ve struggled with body image.

Now, I’ve never been diagnosed with an eating disorder or much less confessed this weakness openly. But that’s not to say I don’t have an issue. 

Looking back, I can’t honestly tell you the last time I was confident in my skin. Heck, my senior year of high school I dropped THREE pants sizes and rocked an XS and still thought poorly of myself.

That being said, with this little lady growing in my belly, I’ve felt AMAZING! I’ve realized I am so much more than the lies I tell myself when I look in the mirror. Not only have I started to buy clothes that actually fit me (like sometimes up to two sizes smaller than I was wearing pre-pregnancy), I just feel more whole.

This has been an amazing revelation for me and my life — and at what a perfect time! I’m so encouraged and excited to share this new way of thinking with my daughter as she grows up.

With this new found confidence, I decided it was time to ditch a few of my long locks. I was ready for a slight change, or so I thought.

But all this amazingness I have been blessed to realize and welcome into my life, ran right out the door. And I cried.

Okay, I didn’t just cry … I sobbed.

How could I so quickly be back in this place? Hair is just a thing, an attribute, it. grows. back.

So, in a deep moment of weakness, I reached out to those that give me strength. I was blessed to be invited to attend a unique gathering where I got to hear women speak from their hearts and about their lives and my eyes are open to the truth again.

These women don’t know me by my hair. They don’t know what I looked like yesterday. And they certainly didn’t judge me for a new look that I was nervous about. They heard my heart and they took the time to tell me what a gift I am. 

So, moving on from my moment of ‘relapse’ — It’s just a hair cut. It grows back. I’m still me.

Your hair, your eyes, your skin … they don’t make you. You make you. Thrive in that & shine bright.

xo,
Aly