Meet Nina, the excessively funny, California chic, surprisingly frugal, undeniably gorgeous host of MommaGoRound.
Who decided what was “supposed” to be beautiful? What committee met to decide what the definition of beautiful was?
I never felt like I met the beauty requirements. For years I struggled with accepting myself. It’s so easy to beat yourself down if you don’t look exactly like what is “supposed” to be beautiful.
5ft 2in on a good day (if I get out of bed and stretch)
186 pounds and(now)proud to wear that number
40 DD not as awesome as it may sound
12/14/16/18… I own and wear pants in all these sizes
I have thunder thighs, stretch marks, scars, acne like a teenager, and thought I was the palest person on Earth until I met my son (the reincarnation of Casper himself), AND I LOVE ME!
Beauty can’t be measured by a scale or the number inside your skirt. The beauty committee will not show up at your house to put a big sparkly pretty sticker on your back if you fall within a statistic.
Real beauty is the confidence that comes with knowing that you are the only you, embracing that unique you, and sharing you with the world.
A few months ago I decided to stop comparing myself to what I was “supposed” to be, and just decided to be me, and I found my real beauty.
Let me tell you, it’s one of the most freeing things you can do!
Whatever it is that makes you feel beautiful, jeans and a tee, a fancy dress, being covered in sand with your kiddos, simply not putting your hair in a ponytail that day… DO IT!
You are worth feeling beautiful because you are, no matter what pretty committee says!