I was one of the many women applauding Kate Middleton showing off her postpartum bump on the way home from having baby George. But recently I was feeling bad about myself when she “debuted” her post-baby body. She looked stunning – as always! – and I found myself looking down at my midsection and making comparisons. That’s what society has programmed us to do, right? Compare our imperfections to the seemingly perfect bodies of others?
I’m calling BS on all of that. Celebrities and royals have help in the form of personal trainers, nannies and chefs. There are also some women who seem to have won the genetic lottery and are able to bounce back more easily. I’m not one of them.
Baby Jo is 4.5 months old and I’m still in between jean sizes. I went through this with C and bought some transitional clothes, but my body is different this time around. When I went shopping for clothes to get me through this new transition, I overheard a lady in the dressing room loudly express disgust with herself. That made me really sad at first, but I quickly realized that I do the exact same thing. I just do it silently.
Apparently my transitional options are either to wear jeans that fit my waist but give me the saggy butt effect, or wear the smaller ones unzipped with a belly band. Quite frankly, my postpartum body is a disappointment. My chest is smaller, belly is bigger, thighs are jigglier. I don’t feel good in my own skin right now.
Projects like 4th Trimester Bodies celebrate the beauty of what our bodies have gone through. We’ve created life, ladies! It’s difficult (Lord knows I struggle), but we need to embrace what we have endured for the little people we’ve brought into this world. I look at Baby Jo and think about how I always want her to see me with a positive body image. I never want her to see me shake my head at my reflection or hear me make negative comments about my imperfections.
I’m a work in progress and I have a long way to go with my body image. For now, I’m trying to make the best decisions that I can and find comfort in the fact that it takes time for my body to heal and change. It took ten months to create a human being, and now I need to be patient with myself as I get to where I want to be.
Now excuse me while I go have some ice cream.