I’m having a hard time with my body today.
I know that my body is STRONG and AMAZING.
I’ve never felt more PROUD or more EMPOWERED after giving birth to my daughters.
I understand that there is no better cause than a BEAUTIFUL CHILD to take on some stretch marks or less-than-perky boobs.
it just hits me.
And I get sad about the extra squish,
and the extra sag,
and, quite frankly, the not-seventeen-years-old-anymore body.
I’ve read many beautiful blogs and posts about loving your postpartum body. I’ve seen beautiful pictures of mamas being BRAVE and rocking their bikinis for the whole world-wide-web to see.
I love this!
I’m in the birth world, for heaven’s sake! Of course I appreciate the beautiful, spectacular, miraculous, mind-blowing power of growing a whole new human inside of you!
And as if that’s not enough, then BIRTHING this being into this world!
I mean, WHOA!
I’m just not there yet in my journey to love my postpartum body.
I’m SEVEN years into this journey, and I have yet to reach the wear-my-bikini-for-all-of-Facebook-to-see phase.
That’s right. The last time I gave birth was SEVEN years ago.
I LOVE and APPRECIATE my body a good 89% of the time. But it’s not 100% of the time yet.
And I can share THAT with the whole inter-web!
I’m having a hard time loving my body today.
And that’s ok!