My first day of 5th grade I picked out a matching denim top and bottom.
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My shorts were fairly long and the denim had embroidered twine swirls on the button up shirt and shorts.
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My shoes were new, colorful sneakers and I had them set up… prestaged on their box. I had long crew socks from k mart.
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I prepped my bowl cut, short hair style with a stylish rainbow swoop to my bangs… sprayed rock solid with hair spray.
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I was cool.
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But this first day of 5th grade was the first time the veil was lifted. I was starting at a new school and when I met the other kids I realized … somehow I knew… I wasn’t cool.
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The cool pretty girls were in petite outfits from the limited. They wore jelly sandals and had pretty long hair.
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The cool sportier kids had Umbro shorts and samba sneakers that my family really couldn’t afford.
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They had short socks.
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It was a strange loss of innocence that day.
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I compared me to them.
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I liked me…less.
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I spent the next few months cutting my socks and ruining the elastic… begging for new shoes and trying to find better outfits. I wanted to be like them.
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Over time I grew comfortable with ME… but comparison is a funny monster.
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Now at 36 years old and with 3 kids, I was pretty happy with my postpartum progress… feeling stronger, fitter.
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Then Instagram showed me 20 examples of moms at 8 wks postpartum looking gorgeous and perfect.
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Confidence crushed… but just for a minute.
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I wish I could go back and tell 5th grade me what I regularly tell myself now.
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You do you.
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It doesn’t matter what they show off or how they look.
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Don’t worry about them…
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Rock your sports bra, stretch marks and 10 extra pounds that you’re working hard to lose.
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You do you.

#fitme