Having a kid is hard. Constantly wondering if you’re doing good enough or if sumthing super small you said or did is going to fuck them up in the long run. Wanting to protect them but knowing u can’t always be there.Having people in ur ear telling you what they think parenting is
Just because I don’t wait on my kid hand and foot does not make me a lazy parent. I have family who waits on their kids hand and foot and they are so needy.
All I ever think about is the way I look, if I fit the “part”? do I look bigger than I think? if I lose 30 lbs by June I can finally wear a swimsuit. It’s hard to overcome these thoughts but over the past few months I have come to love myself for who I am. Here’s to embracing me