My PBB (post baby body) weighs the same, but looks and feels different. I was always an athlete and on a diet and spent most of my time working on a flat stomach. I always thought I would be one of those athlete moms that barely gained any weight, and that the weight would all come off in a few weeks. I stopped counting at 52 pounds. And it took 7 months for me to start losing any real weight. I was 15 months postpartum when I finally felt “normal” again. My daughter is now 2 and a half and I have lost all of the baby weight. I don’t have many stretch marks. My stomach looks pretty good if I suck it in and don’t move. But the most disappointing part of my PBB are my boobs. They’re finally back down from 36E to 34DD, but gravity has completely taken over. *sad face
I have had to work hard to accept my PBB. What has helped the most is surrounding myself with “real” moms. My friends and the older women in my families. Living in LA is tough as the skinny, happy, super fit mom outlier comes across as the norm. The media doesn’t help. It’s sickening. I heard on the radio recently from a 20 somethings male radio host, “Why do people tell pregnant women, ‘Wow, you’re glowing! You’ve never looked so beautiful!,’ Pregnant woman KNOW that they used to look more beautiful.” The dialogue is awful. You have to ignore it and avoid it. I am lucky to also have a very supportive partner.
I’m satisfied. That’s all I can say. I don’t hate it or love it. It’s my body. I’m not so wrapped up in perfection any more. I take care of my body from the inside now with good food and moderate exercise, etc. I’ve found that to have a much more positive effect on my happiness.
Throughout my pregnancy I tried to focus on how babies were brought into the world and taken care of 10,000 years ago. Whenever I got scared about my birth I would remind myself that women have been doing this for thousands of years! My views on food for babies, nursing, co sleeping, etc. have all come from this idea of tribal culture. And a really big part of this culture was the strength and power of women to bring new life into this world. Your grandma, sisters, aunts and mothers all lived in walking distance from you. You saw so many pregnancies, so many examples of motherhood, that when it came to be your turn you were excited. Everyone was excited. You weren’t worried about being fat, or working out, or dieting. You had your baby and were not worried about getting back to the gym. Instead of hating your body, you looked at your body and said “I love you for doing this amazing thing and giving me the best gift I could have ever dreamt of.” I wish we could bring that sisterhood back. Lastly, if your partner ever has anything negative to say about your PPB there is something wrong with him/her and not with you.
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