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When someone gives you a compliment, accept it. Rather than letting it go in one ear and out the other—allow it to marinate.

Everyone gets gas. Most people occasionally snore, too. Don’t sweat it. And, speaking of sweat, we all do it, so invest in a good set of sheets, a ceiling fan, and some lightweight pajamas.

Your post-baby body is beautiful. Give yourself a break. You made a human, for goodness sake. And if you didn’t physically carry a baby, also give yourself grace. There’s a thing called metabolism and hormones can be a son of a gun.

Everyone gets wrinkles. Your laugh lines, your smile lines, tell a story about your life. You don’t have to like it. But those lines mean you’ve lived long enough to make the memories that put them there.

Even thin women get muffin-top when they wear skinny jeans. And high-waisted “mom” jeans should be left for teenagers. This trend was not designed for us.

Stop being your own worst critic. You see the flaws most people do not understand. Try to look past them. Better yet, try to see them differently. Your crooked smile, scar, or freckles make you uniquely you.

You are enough. You don’t need a husband, partner, or anything other. But, if you have ever experienced heartache, it means you have loved. And that’s a good thing. Only, never forget—you are enough.

Your body is a masterpiece. It allows you to breathe, think, dream, be. Celebrate it. This is the one and the only one you get. Honor it. Make the most of it.

When you think another woman seems like she has her life in order . . . know that she is just doing the best she can—just like you. Most of us are just trying to hold it together.

Say yes to you. Stop putting everyone else’s needs and wants above your own. Let those around you see you chasing your dreams. It pays enormous dividends. Putting yourself last should not be a habit.

In closing, my friend, YOU are totally awesome. Fact.
Accept it.
Own it.

Originally published on My Battle Call

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I am a military bride, who writes about raising kids with cochlear implants, military life, and other things from the heart. Unrelated but not irrelevant... I have a degree in journalism and wrote my first short story in second grade about a walking/talking sponge; I've been an exercise instructor since my teen years (Flashdance sweatshirts, leg warmers and vinyl records to prove it); and may have been an extra on the vintage 90's hit, Beverly Hills 90210 (proof still found on VHS tapes). I got hypothermia in my first marathon at mile 25.5, but went on to kick butt the next six times I toed the line; I use to cut hair on Melrose Ave. in another life; and I am still besties with my two closest pals from elementary school, who encouraged me to share my story. This is my journey. I hope it provides a sliver of inspiration for anyone who is entering or in the midst of a fog. Follow my journey on Facebook and my blog!

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