I will always remember how hard it was to find the first stretch marks in the shower.
I’m sure my abdominal muscles don’t even know what the word ‘tight’ means anymore.
I wear two sizes larger clothes than I did when I got pregnant with OBoy in 2008.
My confidence slips out from under me whenever I step on the scale.
How did this happen?
These thoughts, they chip away at me. They undermine my happiness with all of the amazing things I have been through in the last 3 years.
Having two babies in 22 months and spending the better part of 3 years pregnant has not been easy on my waistline. And let’s be honest, neither has the “it’s ok to eat it, I’m pregnant/breastfeeding” mentality. I can honestly say that I need to work on the health of my body.
But the dichotomy is that I love, love, love what my body has done for me. Sure, faded stretch marks and muffin top aren’t something I see in the mirror and get excited about, but they mean something. They represent sacrifices my body made to bring our two sweet, beautiful, miraculous sons into the world and then nourish them exclusively for a long while. I can’t begrudge the marks or the extra padding.
So in the spirit of loving my body now, where I am, where it has brought me, I want to show it to you. I love it. I love what it is capable of and I am blessed to have it. It is beautiful.
Even in a swimsuit.