A letter to my mom bod.

Dear, Mom Bod

You look different, I remember you with far less stretch marks, and a way tighter stomach. My boobs look different, and I have what they call a mom pouch. After having Ivy, it saddened me to see you look this way. I was embarrassed to let anyone see you this way. You had reddish-purple stretch marks all over your stomach, about 50 extra pounds of fat, and you no longer looked like my body. For so long I hated the way you looked. You started slimming down a bit and my confidence started growing but we never seemed to get back to or anywhere close to what you use to be. During pregnancy the second time thankfully no new stretch marks appeared so this time my postpartum body didn’t have noticeable stretch marks because they had faded so much you really couldn’t see them anymore. (Thank you for that). I didn’t put on much weight my second pregnancy and I found myself falling back in love with you so much quicker this time but my immediate reaction was still that I needed something to change the way I look immediately. The midwife gave me the right away to workout at my 6 week postpartum appointment and we pretty much started working out right away. You are changing and I’m really loving you more and more everyday but looking back I was really stupid for ever hating you. You have got me through 2 hypermesis pregnancy, you have helped me grow and protect two babies, you got me through pushing a baby out twice, one time being completely drug free, you found a way to nourish my babies even when I wasn’t capable of eating or drinking during my pregnancies due to HG. You have fed my babies and made them healthy and strong. I do still want to change the way you look but I still love the way you look now and I love you for allowing me to bring the two most beautiful children I’ve ever seen into the world. You are amazing. Woman are amazing. Love yourself.