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To the Plus Size Woman Struggling With Her Weight

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Mama friend,

I know you are unhappy with your weight.

You stand on the scale and wonder how the number has gotten so high. You look in the mirror, and your pre-baby figure has been replaced with curves you never knew could appear.

But you know what? That body has done incredible things. It carried babies, it birthed babies, and it has cared for babies.

Even on the days you felt like you couldn’t give one more ounce of yourself, your body didn’t give out on you.

Your body is strong.

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Your body brought life into this world.

Your body has not failed you. It has experience.

It fed babies.

It rocked babies to sleep.

It ran after little ones.

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It’s been a comfort to kids with sickness and heartbreak.

It helped to build a home.

Your body might not be the same as it was before babies, but neither are you. Many things about you have changed.

You’ve learned so much and gotten stronger. You have faced things you never imagined, and you have overcome.

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Your body has done more than you realized it could handle.

And you, sweet mama, have done more than you realized you could handle.

The next time you look in the mirror, I pray you can see all the mountains your body has allowed you to climb.  

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Tynea Lewis is a teacher turned freelance writer and watercolor artist. She and her husband are raising two girls, and they love spending time together at their family cabin. Tynea remembers loving to write as early as first grade, and she has a heart for encouraging women. She writes for various platforms, including Living By Design Ministries and Just Between Us. You can connect with her at tynea-lewis.com, on Instagram (@TyneaLewis) or Facebook (@TyneaLewisWriter). Her original hand-painted greeting cards are available at https://www.etsy.com/shop/WonderAndWanderArt.

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