It seems like every where I look recently, there’s an article or a blog or a photo to do with body image. Which brings me to this…I’m not really happy with my body as it is.
There. It’s out there. I’ve said it. I have loved every minute of all three of my pregnancies, and I know I should be oh so happy with the tiger stripes and saggy boobs that pregnancy and breastfeeding for 5 years has left me…but sadly, I’m uncomfortable in this new body. I’m learning to get used to it. But there are still awkward moments … Like when my husband, well, you know… Or when I’m in a business meeting with a lot of folks that are hip and in shape – I’m the only one out of style, with grey hair and fat rolls! The only really GREAT thing, and I mean REALLY GREAT thing…is that my husband and kids love me for who I am. I know he’s not just saying that either. He really loves my postpartum body — fat rolls, stretch marks, saggy boobs and all. I read somewhere that “Men love all breasts in a sort of idiotic and genial way, but the breasts they love most are attached to women they adore.” I like that sooo much. ‘Cause it’s true. I just wish I could love my body the way he does.

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