Home.

From time to time my two littlest loves find their way to my tummy.

They often blow bubbles, give kisses and rest their heads.

It gives them comfort visiting their first home.

but it also brings me back to reality.

It reminds me of the beauty and bravery that this body has endured.

It reminds me, against everything we as women are taught throughout our lives, that this body is not an object to be commodified and consumed by others.

It reminds me of all of the pain and suffering that women endure on their journeys... and makes me feel loved in the places we constantly feel are imperfect.

I hope all the beautiful women I know will wake up to three words that remind them of their beauty....

brave, broken, resilient.