Here’s to the summer of 2019.
The summer I decided that I was going to be in the photos.
The summer I decided I was going to get in the pool.
The summer I decided I was going to wear the swimsuit I liked, versus the swimsuit that society said my body should wear.
The summer we ran around the water and laughed and played as hard as we could.
The summer I let go of every horrible thing I had ever thought about my body.
The summer I showed up. With my cellulite and my stretch marks and my rolls. I showed up and my kids didn’t care about any dimple or fold, they cared about the fire in my soul and the memories we made together.
The summer I lived. Regardless of what I had been conditioned to believe about my body. Regardless of what society told me was a “summer body”. Regardless of what I thought people would say when I showed up to the pool in a bikini.
This is the summer my kids learned that their mom will show up for them, make memories with them, and that size doesn’t define what memories deserve to be made.
This is the summer that I’ll never, ever forget.