"I miss running, but I can't do it anymore. I hate my body."
"The fatigue is kicking my butt today. I hate my body."
"I miss doing the things I used to do. I hate my body."
These are all things I've said, and I've heard plenty of other people say about themselves. When I talk to other moms without health impairments I hear things like....
"My rear end is so full of cellulite. I hate my body."
"I hate my stomach after having kids, it's so soft and saggy."
"I hate my breasts after breastfeeding."
And so on, and so on and so on.
I decided that I wasn't going to allow my daughter to grow up with a mom who talked this way about herself. I wasn't going to talk that way about myself because it's beyond negative, and not productive.
Rather, I will appreciate my body for what it is, for what it has done, and for the strength that it does have.
It's an important change to make for lots of reasons, but first and foremost, I need to appreciate what I can do. And that I am more than my disease, and any person is more than a body.
I do yoga almost daily and I notice that I have strength, flexibility, and balance as much as any other person in class, and sometimes more. I love my body.
I have adapted and found different physical and non-physical tasks that make me happy despite my disease. I love my body.
In the face of fatigue, I persevere on. I love my body.
I carried a baby to 38 weeks term and delivered a healthy, beautiful baby girl. I love my body.
I provided my baby's entire nutritional needs for six months and continued to feed and nourish her from my own body for nearly two years. I love my body.
Even as much as I love my body, I CAN say that I hate arthritis, Hashimoto's, fibromyalgia, migraines, and every other awful diagnosis I have. But, I a grateful for the lessons they have taught me.