As I write this post, I am 18 weeks and two days pregnant and I am still so grateful to be able to be on this crazy, whirlwind of a journey, I really am. As I write this post, I look down and see the little bump protruding from my abdomen, which I know is where my little bundle of joy is all snuggled up. As I look up at myself in the mirror, I see me, but I also see a body that I do not recognise.
If you’ve read my blog for a while, you’ll know that body image is something that I’ve struggled with on and off for the longest time. If it’s not my arms that i’m battling with it’s my stomach and if it’s not my stomach then it’s my thighs. I’m pretty sure most people will have specific parts of their body that they’re not completely satisfied with and I for one am struggling with my growing body.