In recent times we see body pos everywhere! This is a huge leap for our society. If you want to believe it or not, our world is coming around slowly to the idea that not every woman needs to look like the “typical model.” Sure, there are still trolls out there that will never agree that a woman over 140lbs can be beautiful, healthy, and a free to wear whatever they want. But I’m not here to pay attention to negative trolls; I’m here to shed light on the constant battle women young and old (men too) deal with daily and how we, as women, can turn our insecurities into the armor we wear every day to face the world. Obviously I am going to speak from a young woman’s perspective, but I encourage you, even if you’re not a “young woman,” read on, and maybe you can get a new take on body positivity through my eyes!
Hi, my name is Moose! I was born on October 15, 2015. My birth mom's owners said I was a mistake, but I knew that I had a purpose. That is when my REAL mom came into the picture! When my mom adopted me, I was very sick, could barely keep my eyes open, and food was not at all appetizing. My concerned mommy took me to the vet and found out that I had level-four Coccidia (NOT FUN)! She did everything possible to get me healthy again. She fed me pumpkin, rice, and a little bit of coconut oil to help my tummy and cleaned up my explosive accidents multiple times in the night. (Sorry, Mom!) My mom saved my life, but little did she know I would be saving her's.
I was pretty young when I realized my mother was using drugs. I didn't know what exactly she was using, and I didn't really understand the extent of things, but I knew something was very wrong. I had lost my father at three years old, and I developed somewhat of a dependency on my mother. Honestly, more of a death grip. I was horrified of losing her. I once told someone long ago, that if I lost her, that I firmly believed it would be the end for me. I loved her. I loved her in a way so immense, so overwhelming, almost to a fault. My mother loved me, too. She loved me just as any mother loves her child, and if there is one thing I am certain of, it is that my mother loved her children more than life. Unfortunately, my mother was sick. She struggled with addiction all of my life, and I presume before I even existed. Maybe it was some kind of trauma that led her there, perhaps she fell into the wrong crowd. All I know is that I was cheated out of the real opportunity to have a mother. I was cheated out of a mother because of drugs. Opioids, to be exact.
I was 21 when I got pregnant with my first child. I was with my now husband for five months, and we had just moved into our first apartment together. I went into the bathroom and took a test just to see, and the result was not what I was expecting. I yelled for him and he said "What, is there a spider?" and I showed him the test. We both were speechless. I cried from surprise, and he cried from excitement. Something we were not planning, but not against happening, was real. We did not tell anyone the news until I was about 12 weeks along. In my family, miscarriage was common in the early stage so we wanted to be sure before letting it out. I've never felt so much love from my friends and family than I did when we shared the news.
The age-old saying, "A dog is a man's best friend," is a saying for a reason. Dogs really are man's best friend. I mean, let's just admit it: dogs are freaking awesome!! In most cases, they're even better than people. They have the most selfless love you can ever experience, and their hilarious antics will keep a smile on your face no matter how crappy your day was. They are always overjoyed to see you come home, even if you were literally gone 30 seconds to get the mail. They will look at you with the same level of adoration whether you've done your makeup flawlessly and look like Beyoncé or you've just rolled out of bed and have dried drool crusted on your face. Dogs. Are. Perfect.