Acceptance (Anonymous)

Even before I was turned on to this site, I’ve come to accept my post pregnancy body. I think I just got tired of feeling bad about the way my stomach looked, especially since it was completely normal. I’ve had a light bulb go off in my head the past year and I seriously despise societies views on a “beautiful” body. Women and men alike. What I see everyday in tabloids and on T.V. is NOT REAL, it’s just some stupid allusion we are supposed to believe. With that said, I gave birth to my daughter on 7/4/06. It only took a few months for the belly to go down and a few more for the stretch marks to fade. I am one of those cursed with a high metabolism and who wishes I could put on more weight. It feels like no matter how healthy I eat or crappy I still am getting smaller. Regardless, I accept myself for what I look like because as a mother of a little girl, I know I am going to have to teach her a lot in the future about body image. I don’t want her ever to have to be ashamed of her body.






18 & 2 weeks pp (Niki)

Hello lovies =) my name is Niki, i just gave birth to my baby boy 2 weeks and 4 days ago, and this is a picture of my body this past Saturday at exactly two weeks PP. I gained 50 lbs, 9 alone in the last week (i developed preeclampsia). I came home from the hospital 30 lbs lighter!!!! but have only dropped another 4 since then. Im also including a before picture and a picture of my little peanut =) While my tummy may be stretch mark free, my thighs, breasts, and butt were FAR from saved.






Question from a reader about cesareans (Ashley)

I’m 19 years old and i have and 18 month old daughter named Adrienne. Within the year, me and my husband will probably try to have another baby. I had a difficult birth with Adrienne. She was 9lbs and 5oz. I gave birth vaginally and i tore…bad. I starting losing a lot of blood. I passed out and woke up about 6 hours later. I did wake up before that, but never longer than 2 minutes. When i had finally woken up and didn’t pass back out, i noticed there was an IV in my other arm. I was having a blood transfusion. I had 4 total bags put into my body.

At Adrienne’s 6 month doctors appointment, I asked my doctor about the next time i give birth and if a c-section would be possible. (I had wanted one with Adrienne, but they told me it would only happen in case of an emergency.) I was told that with my next child, i would have a c-section. Now that me and husband are in talks of when we will start trying, i’m getting scared. I’ve been on your site many times. i’ve seen the women who have posted the incisions of their own c-sections. I won’t be able to have another child vaginally.

I would like women to send me stories of their c-sections to kind of calm me down and make me realize that i shouldn’t be as scared as i am. the part that scares me the most is recovery. my body still isn’t fully recovered from having my daughter. i still have pain when it comes to sex and using tampons.

A Bumpy Kind of Perfect (Anonymous)

I have never been blessed with self confidence. Boys never chased me in school, I never won prom queen and I never looked that great in a dress. I can’t remember a single compliment from anyone other then my mother. I am not what one would call a pretty girl though I can hold my own in looks. I am not skinny nor fat, tall nor short. I am in the middle and I am perfect. I became pregnant with my first child in the spring of 1999. While my body did change, mostly I just got bigger and not well, pregnant. I worked my tail off that pregnancy. Waiting tables at a local breakfast restaurant. I worked 12 hours a day. No one asked me when I was due until after I was due. I never showed. My daughter was born on the first big snow of the year and my new body was born. I have always had these gigantic breast but when I was blessed with mother milk they grew to massive proportions. I was an H with her and nursed her well. Free of stretch marks and full of milk. I had it made. Some years later I became pregnant with my son. A much different journey I began. One filled with sadness and anger. I battle what some might consider post-partum, pre-partum. My brain was riddled with depression but my belly with hope. This time my belly grew and I documented it well. I looked pregnant, to me. Again though, very few noticed. Never a belly pat from family, not much attention at all. It ate at my soul and how I felt about myself and this new body. My son was born in the spring, with him sprung a new look at myself. I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect he was and how I made him, perfectly. My body was different but somehow more perfect. Somehow I liked it better knowing what it could do. It could make babies. With all the stories of infertility and sadness. With all the hopes of carrying babies that are never filled, I could carry children, flawlessly. I had two to prove it. And while I lived under a horrible dark cloud, I pushed through, nursed my son and made out ok. Two perfect children out of my perfect body. In the fall of 2006 a pregnancy sprung up on me by surprise. Another little boy to join our family. We’d done it again. My body grew and I documented it again. In the window, proudly nude for the neighbors to see, I took silhouettes each month. This perfect body had created another human until that ultrasound result came. “Your son may have something wrong with his kidneys”, they said. And I cried. Had I failed this child? I had wondered early in my pregnancy if I was tempting fate. Had I? Had I tempted fate? The level two ultrasound proved a healthy little boy. It was just something that happens sometimes and our boy was healthy. Another miracle. Another one from my perfect body. Three perfect children from my perfect body. He was born on the 5th of July. He’s my independence baby. He gave me independence from feeling like I have to be perfect or thin or beautiful. They are beautiful and I had everything to do with that. I carried three perfect pregnancies, I birthed three perfect babies. My breasts have fed them all, almost perfectly. Each little stretch mark I received is a badge truly. A badge of motherhood and a badge of honor. I wouldn’t trade them for any bikini. I am perfect, every lump and bump of me.





Young Mother (Anonymous)

The first picture was taken about a week before giving birth to my son. My son weighed 9.1lbs and was 54cm long. I had a scheduled c-section, not something I wanted but the doctor felt it was for the best. I’m not very happy with the way my body looks now. I was very slim, I weight about 120lbs and I am 5’8. I had the perfect abs, and now that is all gone. I have lost a lot of weight. I weigh 130lbs which is the right weight for someone my height, but I still got the belly. It’s been 6 months today since I had my son and it still looks like I am 4-5 months pregnant. I thank God every day for blessing me with the most healthy and beaufiful baby in the world. At times I do have emotional breakdowns where I just look in the mirror and hate my body. I’ve started working out, but it just seems like nothing in my stomach area seems to be progressing. I just really want my stomach to go down, I don’t care about the stretch marks. I’m just tired of people always asking me how far along am I. This site has brought forth so much inspiration and hope. I don’t feel alone and I have every woman on this site to thank for that. M.O.








Mother’s Pride (Anonymous)

I am a happy mother of 6 children. People often complimented me of how great i looked for having had “so many” kids. To my closest friends, i would say “you never saw me naked”. To strangers, i’d say “thanks” with a bit of disgust thinking “if they knew what i learned to hide with the right clothes…. I was never skinny, but always managed to get back to my size 10/12 after each child. On those 6 children, 2 died at birth…. the most ironic thing is that the stretch marks that goes on higher on my belly are from them. With each pregancies, i got new stretch marks to go with the rest. Each new one i can associate with the child they came with. Pretty amazing when i think about it. I was very ashamed of my body. Especially that i have been working out 5 days a week (yes, even with 4 kids) for the past 3 years, desperatly trying to loose that “belly”. The more i worked out, the more saggy my belly got. My husband, loving me with all his heart and wanting me to love myself and be happy, secretly planned for me to meet with a plastic surgeon for a tummy tuck. After the consultation, I decided to go with it. I felt guilty for such luxury, but at the same time, i felt i deserved it. i worked so hard, i thought. When i woke up from surgery, the surgeon immediatly told me how he has never seen stomach muscles so out of shape. “none were in their place” I have had a lot of pain for years, but never associated it with that. He did muscles repair. To his surprise, i asked him if i still had stretch marks. He thought i asked because i DIDNT want them. He said I still had the ones that were on top of my bely button. I cried and said “Thank God” hahahaha The highest one were from my children that passed away… and that is all i have left from them. Sometimes, i just cant wait to wear a bikini just to show off those marks… I felt guilty about fixing myself with a tummy tuck, but still having the marks make me feel better, as weird as it sounds. Those deep, carved marks, are truly a badge of honor for me. I really hope none of you take my story wrong. I know this site is for women to accept themselves, and i have been here for a long time. I encourage you all to be happy with yoru body, simply because you know you are doing your best. I have worked out silly, doing 300 crunches a day that couldnt fix my belly because my stomach muscles were torn and apart… It doesnt matter what we capable of do with our bodies… some women have the perfect bodies and are still not satisfied. My body will never ever look perfect, even with a tummy tuck. I lost that loose skin, but i still have that big ol butt, huge out of proportion boobs, stretch marks and all that. You are beautiful this picture is of me 3 weeks after surgery…




it’s hard to believe… (Anonymous)

Its been hard to believe I had a baby. It’s been hard to believe how I look now. This is me almost 7 months pp. I’m still trying to come to terms on my body. Some people may think I look fine but they only see me in clothes(and good lighting) so I notice so much more. I had come down with PUPPPs, so that scarred my legs pretty bad, but the marks are fading significantly finally (w/ help of Mederma too). I;m like a lot of other ladies on here who say we should had loved our bodies back when they were fine. But now just when I was starting to enjoy my prepreg body I got pregnant. And as I basked in the beauty of pregnancy, I wasnt prepared for the change my body was gonna do next. So here it is:



The Mommy Job

I’ve been sent this New York Times article by several readers over the last few days about a special cosmetic surgery formula which will cure mothers of looking like… mothers.

The article isn’t all bad – it shows some other opinions, too. But I want to touch on the issues that, well, need to be touched on. Or, rather, kicked violently to the curb.

Before I go on, I want to make it clear that I am not necessarily speaking out against the choice for medical or cosmetic reasons to have surgery like this. I know several of our submissions relate to the experience of having had cosmetic surgery and I cannot possibly judge a woman for the choices she makes for her own body. What bothers me to no end isn’t that some women choose that – it’s that we seem to be expected to choose it. We are expected to hate our bodies, to want to slice them clean of any signs we once nurtured life inside of us. It’s twisted, really.

I also want to say that I don’t expect anyone to be suddenly proud of themselves and in love with their mommy bodies just because The Shape of a Mother exists. That’s not reality, we still have a lot to struggle with – or at least I still do.

But we should be angry that people use our insecurities to further the cycle of women hating their bodies. We should be angry that society wants to “fix” what was never broken to begin with.

“Twenty years ago, a woman did not think she could do something about it and she covered up with discreet clothing,” Dr. Stoker said. “But now women don’t have to go on feeling self-conscious or resentful about their appearance.”

Dr. Stoker is exactly right. We don’t. We can hold each other up and cherish the artwork our children have created. We can remind each other that we are beautiful because we are mothers. We can create a sisterhood of mothers (and all women, really) who can do exactly what Dr. Stoker says, without surgery. We don‘t have to go on feeling self-conscious or resentful about our appearances.

I also like this part of the article…

In 1970, “Our Bodies, Ourselves,” the seminal guide to women’s health, described the cosmetic changes that can happen during and after pregnancy simply as phenomena. But now narrowing beauty norms are recasting the transformations of motherhood as stigma.

I like it because it’s in the present tense. “Are recasting.” That means we still have time to change it! And I believe we can. At least a little. Instead of stigma or even phenomena, let’s aim for words that encompass ideals like honor, strength and beauty.

The issue here is not whether one woman chooses to have cosmetic surgery. The issue is that they tell us we need them. And that is not okay. We have the power to think for ourselves. And to teach our daughters to do the same.