Hey, remember when we all bonded over our mutual hatred and/or grudging acceptance of our post-baby bodies? And admitted that, yes, while our children are worth it and we would never change our decision to have them and blah blah blaaaaaaaaaah, it's still REALLY HARD SOMETIMES to look in the mirror and see what pregnancy did to us?
I would like to provide update on that topic: My husband bought Noah a tiny little swimsuit and a package of those Little Swimmer diapers. He keeps asking me when I want to take him to our neighborhood pool for the first time. He can't wait to get Noah in the water.
I can't bring myself to tell him that I never submitted the application for our new pool passes because I don't want to think about bathing suits.
Yeah. I'm feeling REALLY GOOD ABOUT MYSELF. I have REALLY GROWN AS A PERSON.
And that's why this post by Emilin from Name That Mama is pretty much the most refreshing, encouraging thing I've read all year. Emilin and Brooke had baby Sanna three and a half months ago, and Emilin loves her new body. She loves everything that I hate about mine.
If I keep losing weight, I’ll probably be back in my old pants
eventually, but I don’t want to keep losing weight ... I’m proud of my body. This body
grew Sanna and provides all her food. Extra belly skin and newly-shaped
thighs are the medals I earned for growing her.
Got that? I earned this body. It was hard to come by, and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Emilin is officially my new hero, and I would like to subscribe to her newsletter.