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I’m a writer living in Utah with my husband, sons Mason and Logan, and pug Willy. I’m an author, procrastinator, sports fan, list-maker,

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Today I am choosing to be grateful for this body. I haven't always been very nice to it, in fact I've done some awful things to my body, but it's always here for me. Regardless of how many fad diets, terrible supplements or binge-eating episodes I put it through, my body continues to support me. ❤️ I could choose to focus on the negatives. The aches and pains, the illnesses and medical issues I've had in the past. I could choose to look at this body and be disgusted by what I see, choose to hate everything I see in the mirror. But the truth is this body, this one right here not the skinny one I've always wanted, has allowed me to do so many amazing things in this life. ❤️ It allowed me to play sports in high school, it's given me the ability to love and be loved, it gave me my sons and has cradled those boys for more hours than I can count. Even though I hated it for years and years, this body has allowed me to see and do so many amazing things, to make memories I'll never forget with the people I cherish the most . And for that I will always be grateful. ❤️ What has your body let you do that you are grateful for?
This week is Maternal Suicide Awareness week. I know every time I hear those stories I used to think, “How can a new mom possibly think her new baby and family would be better without her?” Then I got postpartum depression. 🖤 Inevitably, when something tragic like suicide happens people ask questions or say things like they didn’t know or why didn’t they ask for help. Postpartum depression or any depression for that matter doesn’t always look like we think. It’s not always people who don’t get out of bed for days on end or neglect their new baby. 🖤 Postpartum depression looks a lot like a new mom or even a seasoned mom who is in a constant state of overwhelm and tiredness that never goes away. It looks a lot like someone who doesn’t do the things they did before. It’s looks a lot like FaceTiming ever family member they have every night of the week so they don’t feel so alone even for just 5 minutes. It looks a lot like ignoring text messages because answering even simple texts requires energy they just don’t have. It looks a lot like crying in the dark and hoping no one finds out that you yelled at your babies for the third day in a row because the guilt is soul crushing. 🖤 Those are just my experiences, and there are hundreds more out there. I got the help I needed but too often that’s not the case. Check on your mom friends, new and old, even the ones that seem like they have it all together. Don’t gloss over it if they say anything other than they are doing great. Listen and pay attention, because the clues and the cries for help are there. Sometimes even asking for help is too much to do. 🖤 Let’s end the idea that new moms need to have it all together after 2 weeks and embrace the idea that babies require a lot and moms in healing need all the help, support and love they can get. They don’t need pressure to get their bodies back or get their babies sleeping through the night immediately. They need sleep, they need help, they need a sounding board and someone who won’t judge their hair that hasn’t been washed in a week. They need love, just like their babies.
I was trying to think of something profound to say with this photo but really I just like this dress and it’s pockets and am stoked that it’s fall. 🍁🍂🍁 I’m ready for cooler weather, pumpkin spice lattes, yummy soup and football! What is your favorite thing about fall?
I get asked a lot where I get the confidence and bravery to post about the things I do. And this quote just about sums it up. ✨ No one cares as much as you do. In most situations where you think people are judging you, they probably aren’t even actually paying attention to you. ✨ I wasted a lot of time and effort and tears worrying about things I *thought* other people thought about me. But in reality the majority of it was in my head. By caring entirely too much about what other people might think I gave other people my power. ✨ But I’m no longer OK with giving other people the ability to control so much of what I do, and neither should you. Let’s take back our power!
Hey everyone! If you don't know me, I'm Paige. I'm an author, blogger, body positivity advocate, mom, wife, @patriots fan, taco-lover and coffee addict. In case you missed it I just released a book called, Confessions from Your Fat Friend, and I believe all women deserve to love and appreciate the body they are in right now, and that people of all shapes and sizes are worthy of love and respect. ✨ Apparently Friday's on Instagram are for introductions, so here are a few of my favorite things. ✨ Favorite Food: Tacos, duh. Or Ice cream. Favorite Book: I still really love Harry Potter. Favorite TV Show: I'll always love Sex and the City but I also really love @nbcchicagofire. Favorite Sport: Football to watch. Volleyball to play. Favorite Season: I love everything but winter. One of my Favorite Things About Myself: My ability to turn literally anything into sexual innuendo. Favorite Song: I can't pick. When I was in high school, we were at a volleyball tournament and a song came on and I got all excited and said, "Oh this is my favorite song!" And my coach responded, "You're one of those people whose every song is your favorite song aren't you?" She totally nailed it. ✨ What are some of your favorites?
"I actually love lifting weights and working out and getting my sweat on, but if someone so much as looks at me wrong, I get super insecure. Am I too fat to be wearing these pants? Do they think I’m kidding myself and should just give up? Are they judging me because I can only do 10 minutes on the treadmill? Are my fat rolls too prominent in this shirt? 🏋️‍♀️ It’s not like anyone has ever approached me at the gym to voice their disgust, and I’ve never had one of those experiences where mean-spirited people openly laugh at fat people trying to work out. However, I’ve still seen people looking at me or have accidentally caught their eye in the mirror, and it immediately sends me into a spiral of self-consciousness. 🧘‍♀️ Am I doing this exercise wrong? Are they thinking I should be able to lift heavier weights? Do they think I’m kidding myself with my BCAAs in my water bottle? Are my big rose gold Beats headphones out of place? Is there a better order to be doing my exercises in? Is my fat jiggling too much? Basically, any ridiculous thought you could think someone else might be having about you at the gym has crossed my mind." ⛹️‍♀️ Do you love or hate working out with other people?