09/08/2026
I could look at these photos and pick my body apart. But I refuse to do that. 🙅🏼♀️
Because the woman in these photos is stronger than she has ever been - physically and mentally.
Pre-baby me could never imagine doing what post-baby me is doing at 39!
A few years ago, I didn’t really know who I was anymore. I loved being a wife. I loved being a mom. But somewhere along the way, I had let those roles become my entire identity. And deep down, I knew there was so much more to Sara.
There were things I wanted to try. Things I wanted to be capable of. A version of myself I knew existed somewhere under all the noise. But for a while, I had no idea how to find her.
Thankfully, I know her well now. ♥️
She’s not the smallest version of me.
She’s not the youngest version of me.
She’s not the version with the fewest wrinkles, the flattest stomach, or the most “perfect” body.
However, she IS the strongest version of me!
And at 39, I don’t feel like I’m winding down. In fact, I know that I’m just getting started. 💪🏼
I still have limits I want to push. Goals that scare me a little. Finish lines I haven’t crossed yet. I want to keep finding out what this body can do instead of spending my life criticizing how it looks while doing it.
And maybe even more importantly, I want my kids to see that.
I want them to grow up watching their mom chase things that matter to her. To see that becoming a parent doesn’t mean you stop becoming yourself. That you’re allowed to dream new dreams at 39, 49, 59…or whenever the heck you decide!!
I want them to know that being strong is worth celebrating. Moving your body is a gift. Doing hard things changes you. And there is no expiration date on becoming someone you’re proud of.
So no, I’m not picking this body apart. I’m thanking her. Because look at what she can do! 🖤
📷: Aaron Hoyord
