It’s been a while since I did a post about my post-pregnancy body. I spent the last week in Palm Springs and wore my pre-prego bikini for the first time since giving birth to Ida. I also went to my local super-expensive-but-it’s-worth-it bra shop and was re-fitted for a few much-needed new bras. Then there was this controversial pin that led to this incredible art project— and this all got me thinking about my post-pregnancy body all over again.
If you follow along here you’ll know that for the past (almost year!) I’ve been working out three days a week with a personal trainer, Amanda. Under her caring guidance, I’ve altered my diet pretty seriously too, taking out about 75% of gluten and dairy and adding more veggies in their stead and finding little ways that work for me to be healthier. I am most certainly in better shape than I was even before I got pregnant. In the past ten months I’ve lost over twenty lbs, several inches off several places, and about 5% of my body fat and gained strength, discipline, confidence and just an overall healthier lifestyle. And I can honestly say that when I get out of the shower, I no longer avoid the mirror. I can look at my naked self with a certain amount of “I can work with this” attitude. I look pretty good to me.
That having been said, my body has changed. I am a mother now, and just as every other aspect of my life has changed with motherhood, this aspect has changed too. I did the coco butters and the argan oils, but I got the stretch marks all over my belly anyway. Working out and losing weight has totally helped with the ‘flap‘ that was my belly–it’s more like a little shelf now, and the scar from the C-section is still tucked quietly underneath the shelf, but all in all I feel good about myself again–having arrived at a kind of new normal.
When I decided to post the above photo in a impulsive moment to my Instagram account, I did so with feelings of pride. I’ve come far, and it’s been hard. I’ve sweat my ass off (or my flap off as the case may be) and I’ve arrived to a place where I feel alright. I surprised myself when I got emotional after putting that photo into the world. I had tears in my eyes. Then your responses were loving, and generous and empathetic. Thank you.
I’ve spent the last two years pulling the the extra-long tanks down over the high-est waisted pants, trying my best to tuck, squeeze and fold my belly into hiding, and now I’m done.
My belly is out. It’s round and soft and jiggly. I have stretch marks. I have an incredible daughter. I am healthy. I feel awesome. I am grateful. I am strong. I am owning that shit.
If you haven’t tried it, you should. It feels amazing.