Okay, we’re talking about body image today. And whew... this one has layers.

I’ve always believed that how you feel about yourself when you walk out the door matters. Not because you need to look a certain way or fit into some impossible version of “perfect,” but because the way you feel in your own skin has a sneaky little way of touching everything else.

Your confidence. Your choices. Your relationships. Your life.

My body has been through a LOT. Weight gain, weight loss, pregnancy, loose skin, C-sections, mom belly—all of it. And if you’ve followed me or Pebby Forevee for any amount of time, you’ve watched a lot of that happen right alongside me.

But the last time I lost weight, something felt different.

I was genuinely afraid that by choosing my health, I was somehow abandoning the women who had connected with me because of my body. I worried people would think I had changed. That I thought I was better than them. That I was leaving them behind.

And if I’m being really vulnerable? I understood that feeling because I’ve been on the other side of it too.

I’ve watched women I love start choosing themselves, getting healthier, feeling more confident and stepping into a different version of themselves—and instead of only feeling happy for them, sometimes it held up a mirror to all the ways I wasn’t choosing myself.

That’s the conversation today.

Body image. Dysmorphia. Comparison. Identity. Health. Worthiness. And learning that somebody else changing doesn’t mean they’re leaving you behind.

And neither does you changing.

Our bodies are a journey. Mine is. Yours is. And maybe instead of asking each other to stay exactly where we found one another, we can just keep showing up for each other through all the versions.

I’d really love to hear from you on this one: Have you ever felt like someone you related to started changing and suddenly you didn’t know where you fit anymore?

Or have you ever been afraid to change because of what the people around you might think?

Let’s talk about it.