Then vs. Now: A Glow-Up Story

I was going through old photos today and found this gem from when Sophie was a baby.

Then vs. Now: A Glow-Up Story

Y’all. The difference isn’t just the eleven years or the fact that I figured out how to do my hair properly (finally embraced the waves, hallelujah). It’s not even the fact that I’m in better shape now than I was at 22 (spite is a hell of a motivator, turns out).

The real glow-up? The confidence. Twenty-two-year-old me was beautiful - I can see it now - but I was so busy surviving those newborn days that I didn’t know it. I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and honestly kind of lost in the sauce of new motherhood. I thought I looked terrible all the time. Spoiler alert: I didn’t.

Found this old photo and had to document the glow-up

Thirty-three-year-old me is still exhausted (different kind of tired, but tired nonetheless), but I’m THRIVING. I know what works for me. I know my angles. I know that taking forty-seven attempts at a selfie is perfectly acceptable if it means capturing how good I feel. And yes, I feel GOOD. Not sorry about it.

Growth isn’t always about changing everything - sometimes it’s about finally seeing what was there all along. But also? The athleisure game in 2022 is SO much better than whatever I was working with in 2011. Just saying.