Let Herself Go

“Man, she really let herself go.”

Did she? 

Or was she too busy filling everyone else’s cup to fill her own?

“She’s gained a ton of weight.”

Maybe. 

But you can’t see the weight of the depression and anxiety that she carries on top of it all because she shows up for everyone with a smile on her face. 

“She’d be a lot prettier if she lost weight.”

Well. She’d be a lot happier too. 

But the season she is in only allows for her to meet her families needs. Not her own. 

“It’s not hard to just take care of yourself.”

Umm. It is. 

Especially when people depend on your very existence. 

After all of the laundry is sorted, washed, dried, folded and put away.. the dishes collected, washed, and put back…the house cleaned and put back together.. home work done.. dinner set on the table, ate, and cleaned up.. lunches packed..bills paid… weekly budget made… boo boos kissed…baths given…diapers changed… bedtime stories read… 

She simply doesn’t have the energy for anything else. 

She’s burning at both ends with no credit to be found. 

“Other women can do it, she could too.”

Other women have support. 

They have sitters while they go on dates with their spouses. 

They have gyms with childcare so the mother that’s locked up at home can have a change of scenery and actually feel worthy. 

Other women have been taught that self care isn’t selfish. 

Their love language is touch…not food and acts of service. 

So yes. She may have “let herself go.”

But not in the ways you think she has.