Ash Andrea

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to share things like this?
How down I get on myself. How insecure I feel about my body… the way I look right now.

Some girls can just let it all hang out. And constantly. There are all kinds.
But for me… it’s not easy.

I’ve been having to come to terms with a lot. And honestly? I’m still struggling.

I scroll through old photos sometimes. Skinny me. Carefree me. Untouched by babies, chaos, by life. Then I look in the mirror today, and it feels like a different person is staring back. Stretch marks. Belly that sags too low. Hips that aren’t what they used to be. A body that tells a story I didn’t always want to tell.

Still, there’s something here that I’m learning. The way some women want to see the unpolished truth. The way some men pay attention to what’s real.

The big idea is not flawlessness. Not to be brave all the time. But honesty. Even when it hurts. Even when it’s messy. Even when I’m still figuring it out.