I have loose skin. On my arms...belly...well, mostly on my belly. But my arms are the most noticeable. Cause every once in a while, I wear clothes.
I'm not ashamed of my loose skin. It's the equivalent of a battle scar. I'm very proud of the battle I've fought. I'm proud of the battle I continue to fight. And anyone on my team will get my applause and support.
I'm falling in love with my loose skin because it is a daily reminder of how far I have come. I've lost over 160 lbs. in two pregnancies and I get to take credit.
But the loose skin is also a daily reminder of my responsibilities in life. I get to pay it forward, because I'm lucky...how cool is that?
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