If someone would have told me, pre-baby, that someday I would actually consider any type of cosmetic surgery, I would have laughed. I considered myself to be a very strong advocate of natural beauty, and longed for the downfall of the abundant false and ridiculous cultural expectations of the female physique. I’d gone from 120 pounds to 200 in nine months. Obviously it was not all baby; but after 41 weeks of pregnancy at 5’2″ tall, polyhydramnios, a 9-and-a-half pound newborn, and an emergency c-section in addition to the excess weight gain – I found myself feeling completely drained of the pride and confidence I once had in my realistic form. I went form disgusted by the media to hypnotized, and soon was seriously considering saving up money for a tummy tuck and breast lift. Just when I was feeling particularly trapped in my own baggy flesh, I found this site. I felt joy swelling up into my throat as I browsed the pictures, feeling a sense of immense comfort and even feeling beautiful once more. I may have to lift inches of skin to even see the cesarean scar; and from 12 months of milking, my breasts are now also quite limp and point to the floor… but in truth, it’s a small price to pay for my amazing daughter. I can’t deny that I still sometimes feel horrible about the intense damage done to my appearance, it’s extremely different than it was before… But I do feel greatly relieved when I see that what has happened is normal. It’s such a shame that women must be made to feel like they’re “ruined” by doing what they’re bodies are built for. Thanks for this place, my spirits are so very lifted. It’s a wonderful thing that you’re doing here. My photos tell my story: 1 of my pre-baby body, 2 of my pregnant body, 2 of my postpartum body, and 1 of the wonderful outcome of my journey.