The Truth About My Summer Body (And Why I'm Not Hiding This Year)

Written by Savannah Chrisley

Published May 23, 2026

Hey y'all! Can we talk about something that's been on my heart? It's May 23rd, Memorial Day weekend is literally here, and I know I'm not the only one feeling some type of way about "swimsuit season." I used to dread this time of year so much. Like, the anxiety would start in April and just build and build until I'd basically avoid any situation involving a bathing suit.

But here's the thing... I'm almost 29 years old, I'm raising two teenagers, running a business, and somewhere along the way I realized I was letting a piece of fabric dictate my joy. How messed up is that? This morning, Chloe asked if we could go to the lake this weekend, and for the first time in years, my immediate response was "YES!" Not "let me see if I can drop 5 pounds by Saturday."

Savannah sitting on a porch swing in Nashville, golden hour light, wearing a comfortable sundress — Learning to love the skin I'm in, one day at a time

Y'all know I've been open about my weight journey. I'm still around 160 pounds, still working with my doctor on my semaglutide protocol, still dealing with endometriosis flare-ups that make my stomach look pregnant some days. But you know what else I am? Strong. Healthy. Present for my family. And honestly? The happiest I've been in years.

The other day in therapy (yes, I still go every week and I'm not ashamed), we talked about how I used to postpone living until I hit some magic number on the scale. "I'll go to the beach when I lose 20 pounds." "I'll wear that dress when my arms look different." "I'll take family photos when..." Always when. Never now.

“Your body is not a before picture waiting to become an after. It's the vessel carrying you through this one beautiful life.”

— Something my therapist said that hit different

Listen, I'm not saying I don't care about my health. I do. That's why I started GoodGirlRx in the first place — to help women like us access the care we need without the judgment. I still take my B12 shots for energy, still move my body because it feels good, still try to eat in a way that supports my hormones. But I'm done punishing myself for not looking like I did at 22.

Mom always taught me that our bodies tell a story. Mine tells the story of stress, of grief, of late nights building a business, of hormonal battles, of comfort food shared with Grayson and Chloe when they needed extra love. Every pound, every stretch mark, every "flaw" — it's all part of my journey. And I'm choosing to honor that story instead of trying to erase it.

This Is Your Sign

So here's what I want you to know as we head into summer: You don't need to earn your place at the pool. You don't need to hide under coverups and miss out on making memories with your babies. You don't need to wait until you're "ready" to start living your life.

Buy the swimsuit. Take the trip. Jump in the water. Let your kids see you choosing joy over shame. Because at the end of the day, they're not going to remember what size you wore — they're going to remember that you were there, present, laughing, living.

I'm heading to Target tomorrow to find a cute suit for the weekend. Maybe something with a little ruffle (y'all know I love a good ruffle). And when I put it on, I'm going to thank this body for all it's carried me through. Because that's what grace looks like in action. xo, Savannah