I want a strong, healthy spirit and body.
A body that moves with grace, feels deeply, and shines brightly.
I’m done with dieting. I’m done eating differently than the people I love most. I want to share meals with my family and always around a table filled with laughter, stories, and second helpings. I want to create memories in the kitchen and at dinnertime, not guilt or shame.
Just nourishment.
Just love.
I want to raise my children in a joyful, grounded home with a calm and steady mother at the center. I want the gift of responding instead of reacting, holding space instead of spiraling. I want them to grow up knowing what peace feels like… and where to return to when the world feels loud.
I want my children to have a healthy, balanced relationship with food and with their bodies. I want them to watch me take care of myself...not out of punishment or pressure, but out of reverence. Because caring for your spirit and body is a righteous desire.
I want to stop comparing. I want to celebrate other women instead of stacking myself against them. I want to rise and reach out, linking arms with mothers everywhere as we navigate this sacred, holy calling together.
No more silent battles.
Just sisterhood, solidarity, and light.
I want to be a lighthouse. A woman so full of love, her presence makes people feel safe to be themselves. I want to spread light as far and as wide as I can, starting in my own home and moving outwards like ripples.
I want to be the kind of woman and mother my Heavenly Parents smile upon. The kind of wife my husband still falls in love with, day after day, moment after moment. The kind of mother who sees her children for who they are and teaches them to live with kindness, courage, and compassion.
I want to wake up each day knowing...
I’m living on purpose.
That I’m making a difference, not just in the world, but in the four walls of my home, in the hearts of my people.
And I am.
One prayer, one breath, one choice at a time.
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