We women can be hard on ourselves, can’t we? Trying for perfection.
But, none of us will ever get there. We’ll just make ourselves crazy trying.
That notion of perfection is what was behind my poor body image. When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t see what was really there: I just saw a body that is not the same as what it was pre-baby.
That image of what I used to look like kept haunting and taunting me, making it impossible to be able to see what I truly look like now. And it’s time to let that go.
I need to let go of the idea that my body, after being through three pregnancies and breastfeeding three baby boys…not to mention aging over 7 years since I first got pregnant….will ever go back to exactly how it once was.
It’s okay to workout, to eat right, and to try to get myself in better shape. In fact, that is a healthy thing.
But, to constantly compare my real mama body to that of twenty-something pre-kids me isn’t healthy.
So, I’m letting go of that pre-baby body image and embracing my new curves and softness.
Perfect? Nah, who needs that? But, I can be okay with who I am, mom curves and all.
P.S. You don’t really think I’m outside completely naked for this pic, do you? 😉