How to Embrace Your Postpartum Body in the New Year
The start of a New year means creating goals we're determined to hit in the new year. For most of us its a resolution centered around our body achieving the "perfect shape".
After having my daughter, it was easy for me to look at pictures of myself before and think, “Damn, who’s that girl. She Fine”. I found it easy to get consumed by the dislike of my body that I couldn’t bring myself to look in the mirror. I didn’t identify with the person I was looking at. I was stuck on thinking about what my body used to look like and the reality of how noticeably larger, loose and downright puffy it was now.
I know It isn’t easy, and it isn’t just a switch that can be turned on! You cant just hate your body one day and love it the next. I still have moments where I struggle with my body and wish and want things to be smaller, tighter, or less squishy! I still have moments where I look at myself and I’m not happy with what I see. I stop and am reminding myself:
My shape doesn't equal my worth.
This one is such a trap that women today fall into. So much insecurity and self-loathing and silent hate against the way they look, all because of the way their body is shaped, or how it’s changed, or how it’s simply not perfect anymore.
Pause for a moment and ask ourselves why does body image cloud our minds so much, when becoming a mom has filled our hearts so much? Lets take 2019 to follow our heart. The rest will fall in place
Strive for Progress. Not Perfection.
It took 9 months to get the body you have now. Cut yourself and your body some slack.
Many of us strive for the perfect mom bod, perfect body. Lets start with getting rid of the word “perfect”. So many of us spin the hamster wheel, striving to achieve the perfect body overnight. Lets set goals and strive for progress in in the new year instead.
Celebrate your imperfections - They tell a Beautiful Story
My body is full of stretch and curves I never had before. It is Full of love and yet full of self doubt.
Sure I have stretch marks and extra skin to show this experience. I also have fat. The fat preeclampsia piled on & never went away. I realize every body is different. Special. Powerful & with its own story to tell. They tell our unique story of becoming a mother.