I struggled with my weight all my life. Raised by a single mom who worked two jobs, my diet consisted of mac n’ cheez and Little Debbies. By 19, at 5’3″, I weighed 170 pounds and was pushing into plus sizes. I did the Weight Watchers thing before marrying my high school sweetheart in 2001 at 21. That helped me lose about 35 pounds, but I was still unhappy. When I got pregnant with my first daughter in 2001, I was terrified of what the pregnancy would do to my body. I gained about 30 pounds, back to the weight I was before Weight Watchers, ugh! But something beautiful happened within me during pregnancy and after giving birth. I realized, this body isn’t just for showing off anymore, nor has it ever been. I decided to make changes for my DAUGHTER, not for me. Whatever body image I had, I would pass on to her. Did I want her to live in a relationship of hatred to the body she inhabited, as I had all my life? NO! I immediately began changing the way I thought about myself, the way I judged myself, pulling at wrinkles of fat around my waist in the mirror. Instead, I began loving me. I adopted a vegetarian lifestyle, began working out, STOPPED saying the “F” word (you know which one I mean, the one BAD word women use WAY too much), and began choosing a more positive route, for me and future generations of women. Guess what. Today, after 2 daughters, I weigh … heck, I don’t know!! One step in accepting ME for ME was getting rid of those stupid judgemental scales! What’s more important is – I’m happy with who I am. I do yoga, run, lift weights, haul two kids around in a bike cart. I use my body and my words about my body positively. After all, all I have to do is look at my beautiful daughters and know, my body must be good to do something like that!