Beyonce may have had the best video of all time, but that post baby body is Taylor’d! So many times I’ve had to remind myself, “Dee, it’s real but not realistic.” Sure, give me the top of the line stretchmark-be-gone potion, the most sought out personal trainer, and I’d be prancing around in a two piece just months after dropping an eight pound, seven ounce “mixtape” too. Don’t get me wrong, I exercise, watch what I eat, and consider myself to be in decent shape. But the fact of the matter is, I will NEVER have the body I had pre-baby and to be honest, I wouldn’t expect to, because I was a teen mom.
Since then, I have made the grand transition into full blown womanhood-wider hips, fuller thighs, & dare I say it, bigger feet! I must admit that at first, seeing my flabby, wrinkly stomach or finding stretch marks in places I didn’t even realize you can get them brought me to tears. Adding insult to injury, it didn’t help that my “babydaddy” was very vocal about his disappointment with my recent makeover. Needless to say, I was not feeling ANY part of what being pregnant did to my body. Until of course, some savior in the form of a crying, pooping, and always hungry infant came along and gave me what I can only describe as LIFE, the irony. Suddenly, my stomach was a playtime paradise, a place of comfort and love. My stretch marks became battle scars, roads that led me to acceptance, pride, but most of all, confidence.
Present day, my son is ten and my stomach serves as a holding cell for the skinny arms that wrap around me as gestures of security. Although I occasionally stare in the mirror and smooth out the wrinkles with my hands, I can’t complain. My post baby body journey has given truth to the old saying, “be comfortable in your own skin.” And this skin? This skin is my Snuggie, in my favorite pattern.