I stopped hating my stomach (here's how)

friend!

I was 6 months into my gentle diastasis recti routine when something absolutely unhinged happened.

I was getting ready for the gym, standing in front of my mirror in sports bra and leggings (you know the drill – the harsh bathroom lighting that shows EVERYTHING).

My stomach still had that visible separation line running down the center like someone had drawn it with a Sharpie.

And instead of my usual "what the hell happened to my body" spiral, I found myself... talking to my abs.

Out loud.

"You're healing. I can feel you getting stronger."

I'd spent two years having full-blown therapy sessions with my reflection. Except instead of healing, I was basically roasting myself daily.

"You look like a deflated balloon."
"This is what happens when you have twins."
"You'll never wear a bikini again."

So this gentle, almost tender conversation with my separated muscles had me questioning if I'd finally lost it.

But here's the thing about those "embarrassingly simple" moves I shared Wednesday – they don't just heal your body.

They heal your damn mind.

Here's what nobody tells you about diastasis recti (and what I wish someone had told me):

The gap in your muscles becomes a gap between you and... well, you.

Every mirror was an enemy. Every workout selfie was evidence of my body's betrayal.

I was treating my core like it had personally wronged me instead of recognizing it had literally grown two humans.

But I'll tell you this: those boring-ass breath exercises were doing work I didn't even realize.

The Plot Twist: Week four of my breath work routine (yes, just breathing – revolutionary stuff right here), I felt something shift.

Not just physically.

Emotionally.

My muscles weren't just responding to the exercises. They were responding to the kindness.

Those gentle dead bugs? They taught me patience with my own healing.
The healing walks? They reminded me my body still worked beautifully.
The breath work? It was like meditation for my core.

And whenever I caught myself being harsh in the mirror?

I became the breath police.

Inhale kindness. Exhale criticism.

The Real Transformation: Six months later, I'm not just physically reconnected to my abs.

I'm emotionally back on speaking terms with my entire postpartum body.

My stomach isn't perfect. That separation line is still faintly there.

But we're friends now.

We work together instead of me punishing it for doing something incredible.

Maybe you're still having those mirror therapy sessions (but make it toxic).

Maybe you're treating your body like it owes you an apology.

But here's what those ridiculously simple moves taught me:

Healing happens when you stop being a bitch to yourself and start being curious instead.

What would change if you talked to your body like you talk to your best friend?

Reply and tell me – are you ready to stop the mirror roasting sessions?

You're more than your physical changes,

Kai

P.S. Next week, we're diving into why your pelvic floor and core are basically best friends who forgot how to text each other back. Connection issues hun!

Enjoy your weekend!!!!!

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