Hey babe, happy Sunday.
Before you jump into your week—before the to-do lists, the workouts, the meal prep, the hustle—I want you to pause for a second.
I want to ask you something that might seem a bit strange at first:
When's the last time you thanked your body?
Not for how it looks. But for what it does. But for what it's carried. For what it's survived.
You see, your body has never been against you – even though it feels that way sometimes.
Because even when you've been unkind to it... even when you've starved it, overworked it, criticized it in the mirror.
Your body has shown up for you. Every single day.
So today, let me ask you:
Can you respect your thighs for carrying you through every single day—up the stairs, through your workouts, chasing after your kids, walking into the life you're building?
Can you respect your stomach for what it's held—the meals that nourished you, maybe even the babies it once grew, the laughter that made it ache?
Can you respect your arms for holding others when they needed comfort? For lifting the weights that made you stronger? For doing the work, day after day?
Can you respect your body for always supporting you—through heartbreak, healing, stress, and joy—even when you were unkind to it?
That's where body peace begins.
Not in the mirror. Not on the scale.
But in meaning.
It begins the moment you stop looking at your body as an enemy and start seeing it as a witness—a living, breathing record of everything you've survived.
Every stretch mark. Every scar. Every soft place. Every curve you've judged.
It's all a map of your story.
Your body doesn't need to be perfect to be worthy.
It just needs you to stop fighting it long enough to hear what it's been trying to tell you all along:
"I've never been against you. I've only ever wanted to take care of you."
And that's where healing really begins.
Not when everything looks "better."
But when it finally feels safe to just be you.
So this Sunday, let's do this together:
Look at your body—not with judgment, but with gratitude.
Thank it for what it's done. For what it continues to do.
And if you can't do that yet, that's okay too.
Just stop fighting it for one day. Just one.
See how that feels.
Because the transformation you're chasing? It doesn't start with hating yourself into a smaller size.
It starts with finally making peace with the body that's been fighting for you all along.
Nikkiey
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