Recently, I came across a website called The Shape of a Mother. It's a collection of postpartum images of the nude female. It's been such a large part of my healing process, and finally feeling at peace with myself.
Now, I struggle, and have struggled with body image for a long time, and after giving birth things haven't really changed, except for my now non-existant bum, and stretch marks. While I did lose twenty pounds through eating well, my tummy still holds onto some chub, and my breasts have began to sag. I remember being pregnant, and so self concious of my stretch marks that I had them photoshopped out of the photos from my pregnancy photoshoot. They weren't allowed to make an appearance in my pictures. I didn't want to remember myself that way, and I guess I just didn't want anyone to see me that way either.
The body of a mother is
talked about ridiculed , but never seen... unless it's Kim Kardashia who, four weeks later, still hasn't snapped back to her pre-baby body. (please, after having Luca, I didn't have the time to shower, nevermind rigorously exercise and follow a strict diet plan).
I feel a little upset when I read these headlines after looking at all the beautiful woman in my life who come in all sorts of packaging. When I hear my friends talk about how aweful they look, I never see anything that could cause such inward hatred, yet when I would look at my own reflection, I could understand. That was then though, and I'm starting to fall in love with the body I was given, and all of the fantastic things it does.