Those who have met me in the past few years seem to assume that I am naturally thin. I don’t mind the assumption, but if you’ve known me or followed my blog longer than this, (And if you’ve followed my blog for that long, you are a loyal reader indeed. I tend to cringe perusing anything written before mid-2011.) you know that this isn’t the case. Many don’t know that, a few years back, I started a journey that ended in 40+ pounds of weight loss. I was at a completely healthy weight when I was full term pregnant, but I was still ten pounds under what I had been at my highest. Throughout my pregnancy I was told how little I was, and now I get those (joking, I hope) asking if I actually really had a baby at all. (I swear, I didn’t kidnap her!) The truth is, I had to work really, really hard for this. I jogged up until the day I gave birth. I was doing ab exercises when I was days away from meeting my little girl. There were definitely days when I would have much rather stayed in bed all day eating potato chips. It was worth it, but it definitely wasn’t easy.
So modeling for my first photo shoot post-prego last week felt really awesome. Because I’m not naturally a small person. Nor did I wake up one morning and begin jogging miles. I wasn’t born with anything close to modeling genes either. Because honestly, I really love Nutella and I really don’t care for apples and okay, I’m sort of really awkward too.
Much like the shots taken in this little-known, lovely little Austin park, all of these things have been such a journey for me. And though it’s sometimes been difficult, it has also been so beautiful. In the challenging areas, I have learned to never take for granted those things I now have that I wasn’t born with. And when the journey hasn’t been easy-peasy, I have learned that I am strong, and brave and that I probably won’t ever outgrow my oddness.
And why would I want to do that anyway?