Y’all, this post has been hard for me to write. These photos are hard for me to post. Mostly because in my hearts of hearts, I know I’m being ridiculous. Many of you will read this post and look at these photos and think that I’m absolutely crazy, and maybe I am; you’ll think I have dysmorphia, and maybe I do. You’ll tell me that I look great and that I should be proud of and happy with myself; that the way I think I should look is unrealistic and unattainable. But the truth is that while you might be right, I just don’t like my postpartum body and I’m not sorry about that. Some of you will be mad at me for thinking negative thoughts about myself because you’re not happy with yourself, either… and you’re entitled to that just like I’m entitled to how I feel.

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I love fall. I won’t deny it. I love the way the leaves turn colors and fall away from the trees, symbolizing how we have to let go of the old and dead to make new for the new and fresh.I love the way A jumps through piles of leaves, laughing and giggling. I love the way that families come together to give thanks for everything in their lives. I love the cool weather, nestling up by a fire with warm cider and homemade chili. I love pumpkins, scarecrows, trick-or-treating, and apples. I love the colors and the flowers and the excitement in the air. I just love it all. But do you know what I love most? The clothes!

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