On the Fourth of July, I'm Choosing My Own Kind of Freedom
Written by Savannah Chrisley
Published July 4, 2026
Y'all. It's the Fourth of July and I'm sitting on my back porch in Nashville with a sweet tea, watching Grayson try to convince me he's responsible enough to light the good fireworks. (He is not. Bless him.) Chloe's got glitter on her cheeks and she keeps asking me what time the show starts. And I just had this moment where I looked around and thought... this is it. This is the freedom I prayed for.
But not the kind you're thinking. Not the sparklers and the red, white, and blue kind. I mean the freedom I've been fighting to feel inside.
If you've followed my story, you know it hasn't been the prettiest few years. There was a season where I was going through all kinds of sh-t with my endometriosis. My hormones were everywhere. I gained 40 pounds in like three months and I could barely recognize the woman in the mirror. I remember standing in my closet crying because nothing fit and I felt like a stranger in my own body. That's not a fun thing to admit publicly. But I've never been good at pretending.
Freedom isn't a number on a scale
For the longest time I thought freedom would come after. After I lost the weight. After my hormones calmed down. After I finally figured out food and fitness and had it all together. I kept postponing my own peace like it was something I had to earn.
Therapy changed that for me. My therapist said something I'll never forget... she told me I was treating my body like an enemy I had to defeat instead of a home I get to live in. Oof. I cried in the car for twenty minutes after that one.
“You don't have to earn your own peace. You get to choose it, even on the days your jeans don't button.”
So this year I'm doing things differently. I still take care of myself, absolutely. I've been working with my providers and doing what my body actually needs instead of punishing it. Some women in my life have found their footing again with support like semaglutide, and I'm a big believer that there's no shame in getting help when your body's been through it. But the real work happened in my head and my heart first. The freedom came when I stopped waiting to be a smaller version of myself to deserve joy.
I've also been leaning into little things that make me feel like me again. Better sleep. Real rest. Some days that's a B12 boost when I'm dragging and running GoodGirlRx and chasing these kids and hosting the podcast all in one week. Grace over grind, always. And I'm learning that faith isn't about having it all figured out... it's trusting that I'm held even when I don't.
Here's what my freedom looks like this Fourth of July, and honestly it's the shortest list I've ever loved:
- Freedom from the mirror having the final word
- Freedom to rest without guilt
- Freedom to ask for help and call it strength
- Freedom to love these kids and this life exactly as it is right now
So tonight, when those fireworks go off, I'm gonna hold Chloe a little tighter and let Grayson think he's in charge of the sparklers (with supervision, y'all). And I'm gonna thank God for the freedom that no scale, no bad season, and no hard year could ever take from me. That's the real independence. With love, Savannah
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