I used to hate my stomach. I’ve always struggled with body image issues. Even photos like this :
I would hesitate to allow people to see. Now, it makes me sad to think that I would ever see anything wrong with that body.
My first baby was 9lbs 5oz and 22″ long. At 28w I could easily pass as not being pregnant. It was very odd, and frustrating that people would shrug me off…I had a friend who was 4w behind me and people in public would come over and ask her questions and rub her belly, and I was left ignored.
Those are the pictures I treasure the most though, because while i’m still trying to accept the new stomach and body my son left me with, the smooth unlined skin barely ripe with pregnancy seem all the more beautiful.
Around 32w I went from 0-60 overnight, and stretchmarks appeared and spread like wildfire. By the end of the pregnancy, they went all the way up to my ribs.
(and yes, that is the top of my ribs, I have a freakishly short torso)
The one change I couldn’t bear to document was the horror under my shirts. I started off as a 34DDD pre-baby. I’ve always been busty. By the time my son was born, my 36J was too small for several weeks. I stuck around a 36H for several months. I was terrified to look in the mirror naked. I would have to get dressed before walking anywhere near a mirror!
I did however take one somewhat-nude photo of myself, I believe around 27w pregnant. my boobs are already getting out of hand, literally!
I can’t help but love them, for I breastfed my son for 2 years, and ended up throwing away enough breastmilk to feed a hungry baby for 2 months, easy…
I couldn’t find anyone to take the surplus!
The stretchmarks are almost invisible head-on, they are silvery white now…just the lovely color of my skintone
However, the light picks them up easily…as they do in this photo :
My son is 2.5yrs old now, and i’m 20w pregnant with my second baby in this photo.
The stretchmarks are very visable in the photo for some reason, the lighting I suppose.
I keep seeing mothers who bounce back and look like a supermodel after 2 babies even…And I cant help but cry “why can’t I be lucky enough to have that?”
But I know I’d never trade my son for anything in the world. He’s worth every stretchmark, and all the scary 36J bras in my closet right now