Welcome to Day 7 of Coming Home to Your Body.
All week, we’ve explored the ways shame shaped our reflection:
Day 1: The moments we disappeared.
Day 2: Where those stories began.
Day 3: The armor we carried.
Day 4: Borrowing our child’s loving gaze.
Day 5: Reclaiming the mirror.
Day 6: Meeting the inner critic with curiosity.
And now, we arrive here—home.
Not the “someday” home where you love every inch of yourself.
Not the picture-perfect home free of doubt or struggle.
But the home you can claim, right now, in this very body.
🏡 The Day I Stopped Waiting
For years, I told myself I’d come home to my body when she looked different.
When the scale showed a certain number.
When the jeans zipped without tugging.
When my reflection finally felt “acceptable.”
But every time I reached one goalpost, it moved again.
Home was always “later.”
Until one evening, rocking my daughter to sleep, I caught a glimpse of us in the window’s reflection.
Her cheek against my chest.
Her breath slowing to mine.
Her tiny hand curled into my shirt.
And in that moment, I realized: she didn’t need me to arrive in a smaller body. She needed me here.
Not fixed. Not perfect. Just home.
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