12/06/2026
The skin you are in right now is not your final destination. 🤍
Looking back, I don’t just see different sizes; I see different lifetimes.
I’ve been the baby who loved food, the gangly 90s teen, and the partying 20-something. I’ve been lean from backpacking across Asia, and at peak physical fitness during lockdown.
But then came pregnancy and motherhood, and the rules completely changed.
My energy tanked, and I hit a massive mental wobble. Then my daughter arrived, bringing a severe, traumatic fourth-degree tear.
In that photo with the laundry basket, I was smiling through absolute exhaustion and agonizing pain. My body didn't feel like my own. By three months postpartum on holiday, it was a quiet torture. The ocean is my happy place, but I wasn't allowed in the water for months. I couldn't swim, and I couldn't even sit down comfortably. I hated how I looked. My strong, fit body felt like a distant dream.
But I hit a point where I refused to live in a body I hated. I needed to take back control.
So, I kept rolling out my yoga mat.
It wasn't a quick bounce-back. It was a slow, daily process of reclaiming my strength millimeter by millimeter, and finding peace with what my body needed in the moment. Yoga was my way back to myself.
Today is my daughter's 5th birthday. Exactly five years ago today, everything changed.
Looking at that final photo on my paddleboard, I’ve come so far. My body is a bit rounder, softer, and scarred. But my strength is back. I am finally back on the water, doing what I love.
It feels quite nice, actually. I am so incredibly grateful for everything my body has done for me, and continues to do. It survived trauma, rebuilt itself from the ground up, and houses who I am today.
Our bodies aren't meant to be statues—they are meant to be stories. Happy 5th Birthday to my little girl, and happy 5 years of healing to this resilient body.
