And, before her, I never feared death.
Now I do.
But, not in the way you would think.
I don’t fear what happens to me after.
I fear a universe without her.
There is no timeline where she is, where my heart isn’t.
I will search for her in the skies.
I will look for her in the wind.
I will feel her in the waves.
Death means nothing when she is the definition of life.
Read MoreWhat if I told you that the body you view as "not good enough" right now will be the body you wish you had in 20 years?
What if you realized that the fact that your body is strong enough to dance with your children is more important than the fact that your stomach isn't "flat".
What if you gave society, and what they've told you to value about yourself, the middle finger?
There will never be a "perfect" time to document your body.
But, this version of you IS perfect and she's right where she's supposed to be.
View her.
Accept her.
Love her.
Read MoreShe's a Bit Much
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You mean like a bonus french fry in the bottom of the bag?
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Like a champagne shower? Like triple texting good news?
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Like buying coffee for the person behind you in line?
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Or did you mean 'a bit much' like an unexpected upgrade to business class / or theme parties / or the band pretending to go off stage and then coming back for an unforgettable encore?
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Perhaps you were referring to that thing of being astonished by a sunset / or how puppies flop around when they learn to run / or the way some people take karaoke really seriously?
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Maybe you just meant sprinkles / confetti / balloon drops / witty comebacks / generous tips / fireworks / waterslides / serotonin / cherries on top / and the fact that maybe we were put on this planet simply to enjoy ourselves? Then yes, I agree—she is a bit much.
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Aren't we so lucky she's here?
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-Lyndsay Rush
When the session feels like a retreat AT the retreat.
Read MoreThen, I saw my friend’s story on social media. It was a photo of me holding her daughter. It read, “Get yourself a community where your kids are loved like family.”
I was jolted back into reality.
The people I love the most aren’t looking at my insecurities. They are loving me in my strengths (and I have a lot of those). She feels safe with me holding her child.
What makes me more beautiful than being a safe space for other women?
What makes me more beautiful than my husband wanting to slow dance with me in the kitchen?
What makes me more beautiful than my daughter asking me to sing that silly song again and we both belly laugh until we’re crying.
Society has told me that my value is in keeping up my youthful appearance.
But, love has shown me that my being could never be dimmed by what the mirror reflects.
Women, look at your reflection in the eyes of those who hold you dear, not by what you tell yourself when you look in a piece of glass.
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