Baby Steps
[OR HOW TRAIL RUNNING TAUGHT ME TO LOVE MY POSTPARTUM BODY]
The first time I went for a run in my sports bra, without a shirt on, I was about two months postpartum and pushing my newborn(ish) daughter in her stroller.
I was rocking that four to five-month pregnant-looking mum-tum that meant I didn't fit comfortably in any of my race t-shirts so, tired of
