This is a beautiful site, and I am so glad to have found it. I have been wrestling lately with the state of my body, but until I read some of these posts, I didn’t realize how much…
I seem only to know people who came through pregnancy with no stretch marks, no funky tissue-paper skin, and no extra weight.
I had a dreamy, picture-perfect pregnancy. I worked up until the week before our twins were born (by c-section after 24 hours of labour) in April of 2004. I gained exactly 50 lbs during pregnancy, and lost 60 when they were born.
After our babes were born, I noticed that the muscles in my stomach had separated down the middle, so I had a 2″ gap (that the extra skin would sag into when I lay down– wish I had a picture of that!!!) to go with the big pouch of skin that sill held the shape of two babies.
Since then, I have gained 25 lbs, mostly due to the amount of time I spend playing on the floor and reading book after book after book…or the fact that I generally forget to eat until 8 pm, when the kids go to sleep.
At any rate, these added roles of flesh are just not comfortable. While I don’t really notice the saggy belly, and the “mommy-body” doesn’t even register when I am home with my kids (except when my son sinks his chubby fingers into my bellyskin and giggles), I am not comfortable wearing anything other than stretchpants and loose shirts. I don’t recognize this body in work clothes or dress clothes, or in any capacity when I catch sight of myself in a store window or mirror. And there are moments when just that sight of myself makes me sad and uncomfortable, or feel that somehow I am less worthy of love than my skinny-mother-counterparts. And then there are those moments after when I kick myself, and thank the powers that be for the blessing that is my life.