Update (Kim)

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Age: 38
~Number of pregnancies and births: 5p/4b
~The age of your children, or how far postpartum you are: 8, 6, 5, 3

My youngest turned 3 this week. The last time I submitted to SOAM she was a month old and my world had been rocked. I want to thank everyone for their kind words at that time. They meant very much to me.

On our first trip to the cancer hospital we were told my husband had on average 24 months to live. He died 24 months later, 5 days before his 35th birthday. I have been an only parent (on paper) for almost a year now. The cancer itself was nothing like in the movies – there were trips to the hospital and ambulances and a deathbed, but I had cried most of my tears the first 6 months after his diagnosis. That is when I had to come to terms with the fact that my life would be different than I’d thought. I have so many friends now going through divorces and marriages and infertility…. I don’t know that many people’s lives go according to plan.

For the two years he lived, I coped. I was caring for the kids and my husband, and I had nothing left to give myself. I enrolled in a program to get my teaching degree, which I continue to work on part-time. I felt like I had no time for health or for fitness, so I just existed. I don’t know that I was depressed, I never went to the doctor…. I was on autopilot and going through the motions until something got better. And as horrible as it may sound, things got better after my husband died. I was able to think about me again. However, I didn’t come to that realization until January of 2017 when I went to put on some pajama pants that had always fit and found they were much too tight. In February I joined a gym, and I continue to go every day. The kids go to child-minding and I get some me time.

I started just by taking classes at the gym; I was able to hide myself in a corner until I gained some confidence. In July I did my first Spartan (obstacle course) race with some friends and I finally had a training goal; this mother wants to be able to pull herself over an 8 ft high plywood wall. It’s not a typical goal, but it’s mine. I’m gaining muscle all over my body. I am in the best emotional and mental and physical health of my life. After surviving my husband’s illness, I know that I am strong on the inside. Now I am working to make my outside reflect that.

I love myself, and I am unstoppable.

The pictures I’m including are me in April 2017 and me in October 2017 and are the result of proper nutrition and exercise. I’m also including a picture of my belly when I do a plank because that’s also how I look.

I just weaned my last child! (Mom of 3)

I am a 32 year old mother of three children; ages 3,8,11.

My youngest/last child and I are two days into weaning!

I was 21 when I gave birth to my first child. That pregnancy was crazy on my body. I gained almost 65lbs and struggled afterward with what know was post partum depression. I breastfed him for 13 months and abruptly weaned him since I believed the hype that he was “too old” to nurse much longer. With my second child I gained 55 lbs. and breastfed him till he was 2.5 yrs. old. To stave off another round of ppd, at seven days post partum I restarted on an antidepressant medication ( I was diagnosed with major depression but got off the meds when I discovered I was pregnant) and didn’t get ppd. My last pregnancy was not easy. I was hospitalized since for 3 days I littearly could not stop thowing up and then passed out at my child’s doctor apt due to dehydration. The rest of my pregnancy was like that, constant throwing up when ever I move or eat or didn’t eat enough. Luckily, my then four yr. old is a sympathetic and patient child and my oldest was in school. I gained 40ish lbs. with my last pregnancy, and a line of stitches in my cervix to go with the stiches on my perineum from my first baby. Some hemorrhoids made them selves at home while I was pregnant with my daughter and I think i messed up my urethra, since I leak when I jump or laugh. My daughter is my last. I made sure of that by having a tubal litigation right after she was born.

I think I have always had body issues since high school being chubby or just thicker than others in my group, then restricting my diet to fit a certain look. the funny thing is, in high school I almost starved my self to my current weight of 121. but now I am two to three pant sizes bigger then I wore then. I remember when I was pregnant with my first and at about four months in I tried on my size 4 jeans. I was devastated that they wouldn’t go past my knees! then when my 34c/d breasts ballooned to ??? size where even a 38ddd barley coved my areola and my breasts got interesting white stretch marks on them over the weekend i got engorged right after my child was born. I thought that I could never be seen as pretty again, that i might never be happy again, that it was the worse event of my life! Lol, of course not. My husband was across the country on a military base from 7 months along until two weeks after our 1st baby was born. Then he shipped out to Iraq shortly after. I lost a bunch of weight, became very unhealthy and then saw him once at 8 months pp and finally moved back with him after his deployment when our child was 13 months. I was so skinny everything drooped. my breasts, stomach, and twiggy legs, nursing took my once ample behind and sucked it try to panckakeish proportions. My husband saw me nude and at once asked me what happened to my thickness? I was mortified and hated the way I looked. Over time I gained my weight back to a healthy126 and after my second i lost a lot of weight, but worked out to keep mucule tone. My body has kept it self healthy after my third child.

Over the course of the last 11 yrs I have birthed my 3 children, experienced personal tragedies, near death sickness of my second child due to sepsis, divorce, depression, getting on my own two feet, getting healthy, and seeing my children succeed! My children have done the most amazing transformation to my heart and mindset and shaped my life goals as much as they have changed my body. I have spent a total of almost 7 years breastfeeding, actually nurturing bodies of little humans. It’s incredible! I don’t mind the marks so much. I would love to not have a stomach pouch that hangs over my pants when I sit down or that bunches up all lumpy from a tear in my ab wall but I try to not make a big deal of if for my children, especially my almost four yr old daughter who “wants to get a big belly like mine so she can drive a car.” I was talking with a 38 yr old mom of 2 and Zumba instructor who reminded me that every mother has those marks and flabby skin on their stomachs, even female body builders, maybe they don’t have fat but they do have the hanging skin and marks. I would rather have them and be a mother then rocking my 20 yr old taut stomach and full breasts.

Scars – From Shelley Jackson’s Patchwork Girl

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In my Cyberfeminism class this semester we are reading an old hypertext fiction from the 90’s about the female “monster” that Frankenstein began. In this hypertext, Mary Shelley finishes the creation and this is the story of Her, the Patchwork Girl. It’s amazing. Has a lot to do with learning to piece yourself together and learning to accept your scars, inside and out.

I wanted to share this quote with you all. I feel like stretch marks are a strange sort of scar, they seem less strong than regular skin, the opposite of most scars. But I think being a mother makes you more tender inside, more sensitive to the world.

Anyway.

Here’s the full quote:

“You’re right, I did pity you, but no longer,” I said, “because I see that your scars not only mark a cut, they commemorate a joining.”

“More than that, she said. “Scar tissue does more than flaunt its strength by chronicling the assaults it has withstood. Scar tissue is new growth. And it is tougher than skin innocent of the blade.”

Breast woes and appreciation .. (Anonymous)

Hello, im 36 and have 2 beautiful children ? aged 12 and 7.

My first pregnancy came at a time of such a huge loss. Only months before a huge part of my life passed away and the grief was immersurable. The pregnancy brought to us such excitement. I neglected to think what i ate would forever change my body. I thought i could eat what i want and at the end the weight would drop off and all would return to normal! Yikes was i delusional. Little size 8 grew to a 16!! Im short so the weight gain caused stretch marks on my tummy, breasts and my thighs and even calves! I had dark marks all over my tummy and i was so ashamed of my naked body. I was so depressed but so in love with my bundle of joy. He brought so much love into our lives that helped with healing such a broken heart.

I got post natal drepression and PTSD and lost a lot of weight fast. My stretch marks faded to mostly indented silvery lines i went Back to a size 8 by time he was 1. My once were gorgeous perky boobs were saggy and unrecognisable. My nipples had grown so much bigger through pregnancy and not returned to the size they had been. My tummy was more like a bobbly pouch. I hated my breasts so much i tried to wrap them with long cloth so they would be pressed hard against my body so i didnt notice them as much.

5 years later i was pregnant with my second son. I didnt gain as much weight with him and loved my milky boobies that were huge! It gave me a bit more cinfidence however during breast feeding i put on a lot more weight and have yo yo’d ever since hovering between a size 8 to 12. At the moment im a large 12 but hope to get back on top of healthy eating and exercise to drop the extra weight.

I have obsessed about my boobs and dream of having breast augmentation. I’ve researched other women who have gone through with it and love their results! But because finances won’t allow it i will accept what i have for the time being ? im grateful i naturally birthed 2 beautiful boys and was able to nourish them with breast feeding. The first had BM for 5 months due to complications and the second till aged close to 2 years old.

I love being a mother! i have a love-hate relationship with my body’s appearance however mostly im grateful and in awe of what it can do! Birthing and raising children has been the biggest blessing i could ever be bestowed and im forever grateful for such a privilege ?

Huge thanks to all the mothers sharing their stories on this page. You have helped me more than you can ever imagine! It helped me normalise my mother body and accept it. Xxx

A brief update and something EXCITING!

I exist.

I maybe ceased existing for a little while there dealing with heavy anxiety and a little depression on the side. But I exist again. I hope.

School has started so I am ultra busy now but I will do my best to stay up to date here and with our various places on social media (links at the bottom of the page). In the mean time, it would be a huge help to me if you would share your stories! To keep SOAM running I need regular entries posted and coming up with content on my own is difficult while I am also trying to keep up in school – besides the whole point of SOAM is to hear everyone else’s stories, not just mine! So click here and submit your story. Include anything you feel is important – photos, nude or not, your words or just a brief description. You are helping to change the world here.

And now for my news! I am really excited that GrokNation picked up this piece I’ve written about how skin tells your life story. It comes from a decade of listening to women and pondering about life is and what beauty is. I am very proud of the piece and thrilled to be able to share my thoughts with the world. Check it out and pass it on if you like it.

Why this weekend’s terrible events pertain directly to SOAM

Check out repealhydeartproject.org for more information the Hyde Amendment.
Check out repealhydeartproject.org for more information the Hyde Amendment.

I stumbled across this picture the other day on Facebook and shared it there, but I wanted to share it here, too. SOAM is inherently a feminist website, which makes it a political website, but I sometimes hesitate to get too overtly political here because so many of the women here hold such varying views and SOAM is for all women and I want no one to feel alienated. My intentions are true, but my action to uphold them has been erroneous. The political climate of the past year, and particularly since the US election last November has been becoming increasingly hostile to women and minorities. If SOAM is about creating a space to openly love the postpartum body, that is feminist. And feminism is not truly feminism unless it acknowledges and embraces intersectionality. (Here is a good explanation of intersectionality if you want a primer. I acknowledge that Laci Green has taken a turn for the strange in recent months, but this video remains excellent.)

I can’t not at least refer to the events of this past weekend here in the US, but I want to say more than just that I denounce the actions and opinions of the AltRight, of these American Nazi Terrorists. This image gave me the words I need to say.

SOAM is, as a feminist website, as an organization for women, a direct supporter of the Black Lives Matter movement. SOAM directly supports the Jewish population of the US. SOAM directly supports the LGBTQ community. Within this umbrella of intersectionality, of reproductive justice, SOAM is directly tied to all these groups.

Reproductive justice is not merely reproductive rights; it is a far more vast concept. Reproductive rights include the right to a safe abortion, the right to birth control, and the right to preventative healthcare for women’s bodies, but reproductive rights end there. Reproductive justice encompasses all that and so, so much more. Reproductive justice includes welfare and healthcare for children born too poor mothers. It includes justice for children born to mothers or fathers in prisons, and it includes the rights of those mothers to give birth in a safe and sane environment. It includes environmental justice because children have the right to grow up in a place with access to clean water (looking at you, Flint, MI) or a nontoxic environment. It includes BLM and other movements to protect minorities because a child should have a right to grow up. Period.

SOAM is inherently a feminist website and therefore the events of this past weekend are directly related to SOAM. Our focus is and always will be on the postpartum body, but after a tragic event like this I am here to tell the world that we love you and we support you and we stand with you. I went out Sunday night to my local vigil held for Heather Heyer, Lieutenant H. Jay Cullen, and Trooper Berke M.M. Bates and the most powerful message I took away was that there are far more of us (workers for equality and love) than there are of them (Nazis). We will win.

Mamas and papas, love your communities. I stand with you in love.

Keep Supporting SOAM

Over the years here at SOAM we have had more then 2,500 entries. I’ve heard feedback from many women about how the site has helped them either through sharing their own story, or just by browsing the diverse stories we already have here. Right now submissions are low and I’m asking for your help to keep SOAM vibrant and full of new content. There are a number of ways you can help, some are super easy, some are a little more involved. You can read more about them at our new Help SOAM page (you can also access it at any time from the menu bar above). If you want to learn more about SOAM and what makes it unique you can check out the new About SOAM page.

I am declaring August a Readership Drive month for SOAM! I hope to gain new followers and submissions here at the blog, and new followers at our various social media outlets. Goal: 100 new followers on Twitter and Instagram and 10 new submissions to post here! I will have a giveaway coming up mid month to help celebrate the event so stay tuned. In the mean time, start sharing the site with your friends and family and check out the other ways you can Help SOAM, too.

Please, consider helping SOAM continue to provide the world with the understanding that mama bodies are perfect in every size and shape that they come in. SOAM has done a lot of good work in the past, but we are nowhere near done.

Love to you all.

I went to Comic Con and this is what I learned

Well, I did not actually go to the Con itself because passes are expensive and next to impossible to get even if I could afford it. But as the Con overflows the convention center more and more each year, all of Downtown San Diego winds up hosting a ton of free events so I went for those.

What does Comic Con have to do with postpartum body image? Nothing. But also a lot. As I participated in events and met various cosplayers (AND MISHA COLLINS YOU GUYS), I had some thoughts that extend beyond the Con and into Life in general.

Chewbacca teaches me a Life Lesson.
Chewbacca teaches me a Life Lesson.

1. Take photos. I am struggling to feel cute these days. I could list my various physical imperfections, but that only reinforces them so I’ll suffice it to say that I just feel uncute lately and I struggle to remind myself that A) I totally am cute no matter what and B) it doesn’t really matter anyway because I’m valuable no matter what I look like on the outside. So I tried to avoid photos at first, taking pictures of the cosplayers themselves or of my son. But one Chewbacca was all, “hang on, hang on” and walked right up to me to do a selfie together. And he (she?) was right. I deserve to be in pictures, too. And I owe it to my children. I want them to have photos of me enjoying life when they are older. I want to show them how to enjoy life, and take pictures, even if they aren’t always feeling cute. It’s important. And so what if I don’t look like a model in every picture? My friends think I’m lovely as is. And the photo is recording a moment more than just the way I look. It’s recording a memory, a feeling. So don’t shy away from photos. Jump in!

Look at this memory being made: ME AND DINOSAURS. Best day ever, basically.
Look at this memory being made: ME AND DINOSAURS. Best day ever, basically.

2. Be a cooperative force in the world. I decided to spend three hours of my life waiting to get in to the Netflix Experience (yes, I am one of those people) and they wound up closing the doors about fifteen people in front of me. It was frustrating but I won’t go into that here. The people in line behind me, a mother and her daughter, had had the same thing happen to them two nights before. The girl was almost 11 and loved Stranger Things. I told them that if they wanted to close the doors right after me, I’d make sure the kid got in instead. It made them feel good. After we were turned away, Netflix started handing things out to the crowd and while many people pushed and knocked their way forward, one lady made sure the kid behind me in line got a poster. It made me so happy to see people working to make this one kid’s day a little less disappointing.

The day before, my kids and I did a scavenger hunt for Amazon’s new Tick series where we had to find clues to catch the bad guys. They reminded us that it was a competition and we should try to keep our answers hidden from the others in the room with us. And I just couldn’t help thinking that we’d probably catch more bad guys faster if we all cooperated instead of raced.

Those instances reminded me of a post I shared on Facebook a few days ago. About how we’re all good moms no matter the choices we make for our families. It feels so much better to lift each other up, to help each other out, than it does to push people out of our way while we race to the finish line (or the Funko giveaway, depending). And we get so much farther if we cooperate. Women are pitted against each other enough. Let’s decide together to put down our defenses, to put away our defensiveness, and just wholly be there for each other without tearing each other down. Imagine what we could do together in the world if we decided to be teammates instead of see each other as contestants we have to beat. We’d be unstoppable.

Bunch o' Garnets
Bunch o’ Garnets

In the evening, my son and I went to the filming of the Steven Universe video for Stronger Than You. If you haven’t watched Steven Universe, I cannot recommend it enough. It’s a show about love, and growth, and finding your true self. The song says, “I am made of love and it’s stronger than you” and I think that’s an excellent way to see the world. Love requires more than one person and together we are stronger than just one. Love is stronger than you, but it’s not competing with you. It’s just a fact: together, with love, we are stronger.

We are made of love and it's stronger than you.
We are made of love and it’s stronger than you.

Love to you all.

I am not even kidding about the Misha Collins part.
I am not even kidding about the Misha Collins part.

5 Lessons I’ve Learned from SOAM

This post originally appeared on Surrender Dorothy.

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When my daughter was born fifteen years ago, I was utterly unprepared for the extent of physical changes that would come along with the pregnancy. Afterwards, I felt torn between the awe and pride I should have been feeling for what my body did, and the shame I actually felt for looking nothing like the pictures I saw in magazines. I assumed I was the only one dealing with this so I kept it to myself for a long time. And then one day, almost four years later, I happened to catch a glimpse of another mom’s belly and in that instant I knew this was actually a totally normal thing. It was such a relief to be able to let go of that self-hate I had spent so much time focused on and I wanted to make that knowledge available for women worldwide. I wanted everyone – mothers, women who aren’t mothers, and men – to know mama bodies are normal. So I started The Shape of a Mother. It’s been over a decade now and I’ve published the stories of about 2,500 moms in that time. Here are the top five things I’ve learned working with women and body image.

1. We’re harder on ourselves than on anyone else. Probably the most common comment people leave on the submissions that are posted is something like Wow! You’re my body twin! But you look way better than I do! Logically, if two people look that much alike, we can assume they probably both look equally lovely. And, certainly, if you saw two friends of yours who looked alike, you would think that neither was more beautiful than the other, right? But when it comes to ourselves, we are far more critical.

I have learned to handle this in my own head by changing my internal conversation. I pretend that I am talking to a friend, or that a wise friend is talking to me. Suddenly the words I think to myself are much kinder and over time it has made a huge difference in how I feel about myself.

2. What seems like a curse to some is a longed-for blessing to others. There are women who would do anything to be able to have their body blemished by pregnancy. Some women are struggling with infertility, others with miscarriage. There are mamas who have had stillborn babies and who wished there was some stretch mark or loose skin or something to mark the fact that they became a mother.

This isn’t a competition for who has it worse and I don’t intend to make it seem that way, but it can be helpful to remember to keep your own worries in perspective. It can remind you to find beauty and wonder in what you do have. Your own worries are valid whether or not they are “lesser” than another’s.

It is an important life skill to be able to hold in your heart both the validity of your own feelings as well as your place on the spectrum of privilege. In other words: it is legitimate to lament your stretch marks, but keep in mind how blessed you are to have them.

3. There is no one right answer. There is no one right body shape and size. There seems to always be competition between moms (or women in general, really). One mom’s body doesn’t change too much after pregnancy. A second mom’s does, but she works very hard at eating a certain way and exercising a certain amount and she finds that her body eventually looks the way it did before. A third mom might be dealing with health issues that prevent her from exercising the way the second mom does, or she might be dealing with financial issues that prevent her from eating the way the second mom does and the result is that her body remains changed. Yet another mom might find that she simply prefers not to exercise or to be careful about her diet and that the way her body changed doesn’t bother her. And, of course, there are the moms who do all the things and their bodies still remain changed, at least in some way.

All too often, we forget that the world is diverse and we see it only through our circumstances. It is helpful to eliminate judgment entirely and simply listen and offer support. Instead of saying, “You just need to work harder at making time!” Try to say, “You don’t have time to exercise? I know how busy you are! And you look beautiful as is!” No need to argue about details, just lift each other up. Trust that what other people say about their experiences is true for them, even if it isn’t for you.

4. Language is important. You might notice I try to phrase things carefully. I say “bodies that don’t change after pregnancy” instead of “bounced back” or “got her body back”. And I say “and you look beautiful” instead of “but you look beautiful.” Because words carry more meaning than just their dictionary definitions. We hear what people say to us through the tone of their voices and their expressions, but also through our own histories. By choosing words carefully you can avoid alienating someone or creating animosity in your relationship. By choosing words carefully, you can show compassion and let someone know they can trust you; in turn, maybe you can trust them back.

5. When we are brave enough to share a secret fear, we open the door to empowerment. That’s the crux of SOAM. I kept my fears secret for so long because I was afraid of being judged, but when I finally got brave enough to mention it to my friends, they joined the conversation in relief. I opened SOAM officially on July 5, 2006, and I asked my friends to share the link. I was worried it would fall flat on its face, but the world was full of isolated women, thirsty to know they weren’t alone. The website exploded and just over a month later I was getting calls from media giants like the London Guardian. In that month, I saw the face of the world changed – just a little, but changed nevertheless. Because the women who submitted their pictures to me were brave enough to do so. Coming together to talk about the scary things is one of the most powerful things we can do as humans.

Working with SOAM has changed my life completely. It’s given me an unexpected career I never could have dreamed up on my own, and it’s taught me compassion, perspective, understanding, kindness, and how to be brave. I hope, in turn, I can share these gifts with the world.

SOAM Newsletter is back!

You can read the latest version here! It’s a little update about where I’ve been, a teaser for some upcoming giveaways (SOAM is about to have a birthday!), and a reminder that we are still raising money for some legal fees to protect the work we do here. Check out the GoFundMe here and the explanation here.

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