Babe

Mike has been working with me on self-love.

I think that we all have our seasons where self-love is hard to find and harder to keep up.

It is SO easy in this world of a whole lot of fake to not compare ourselves to others' bests.

Filters galore.

Surgery and procedures galore.

Comparison is one of the main tools of the adversary, I am sure of it.

Saturday morning, I headed to the gym.

Mike was finishing things up at home before he and Braxton headed out for the day to help his friend move.

I really love our gym.

It is very difficult to feel bad about yourself there...

And that's saying something for a gym!
There is just a great feeling of acceptance and motivation and love there.

Girls rooting for girls.

Women rooting for women.

Hugs and high fives and laughter and smiles all around.

One particular lady - Renata - is the epitome of beautiful and badass and fierce and athletic.

I don't know her know her.

We are "FB friend."

And we always smile at one another at the gym.

While I was stretching, she was doing one-legged lunges - as you do...

Well, I don't but others do.

She walked up in her deep accent and said, "You are looking amazing! Your arms. Your body."

I about died of laughter.

Literally.

Belly laughing.

Like, this girl cannot be for real right now.

I said, "Oh my goodness. You are too kind. I feel disgusting, actually. But you. You are over here doing weighted one-legged lunges like a boss! While I am in child's pose for a good 20 minutes."

She was being so sincere.

She meant it.

And I did too.

So when I left the gym, I found a damn filter.

And I took the damn picture.

Not for anyone but me.

To remind my damn self that I really am a babe.

WE ALL ARE.

And when we love ourselves, it shows.