After having my third baby girl just a few days over a month ago I was feeling pretty grossed out by my body last night. All my life I have been the skinny girl with the lean figure but with each pregnancy things got looser and looser and flabbier and flabbier. I didn’t have time to brace myself for what would happen to my body. I got pregnant at 17 with my first and had my last at 21. Things happened so quickly that it was only after coming across this site that I actually took a minute to really stand in front of the mirror and examine what I have become through the three initiations I have been a part of. At first I was disgusted and choked on the tears- now it was so clear why I quickly shower and dress without even glancing in the direction of the mirror. Having to stop and look was hard. Having to wonder if my husband still finds me attractive underneath his insistence I’m as beautiful as ever to him and if I’m still really *me* under all that flab and stretched out skin hurt my heart more so than my ego, although that smarted a little, too. But it’s all so worth it. Hands down. Motherhood is a higher class of beauty that is, sadly, misunderstood in our society.