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Well I had my first child when I was 18.. and before that had done some modelling.. its wasnt anything much but I did it mainly to feel better about my body I had been called “wide Load” by my Dad and my brother ever since I hit puberty so when I went for an interview and got accepted to model I was over the moon!… so now after 5 children I am almost pretty happy with my body I still have weight to loose from my last pregnancy he is now 3 months old but other than that I am happy of my “mother scars” it tells me that I have done something worth while and if it means never wearing a bikini again Im good with that too! One day in the future maybe I will get a tummy tuck but until that this is how I look!! and I love it! Partlysbabe

I gave birth at 17 and this is my belly 3 years later.

Dear Readers,
I’ve been reading this blog for quite a while. I even put link on my private blog to invite everybody I know here. Now I decided to write my own story here. I am 31 now. Till i get married I always thought of myself as an ugly and fat person (in my “best” years I even had 180lb – I am onl 168 cm tall). Then I started my way to getting fitter and ended with weight of 138lb. Until i got pregnant and my body was in total shock. I managed to climb to 180lb again which was a disaster for me. I had a very lively and lovely boy Mateusz. Due to breastfeeding and keeping away from calories I managed to come back to my before pregnancy weight. I was able to wear size 10 again. But we started talking about another kid and i was so scared to gain weight. Fortunately due to “accident” i was pregnant again. It was a hard time for me because just a few months ago I started my new job. Being a pregnant woman with one kid and 40h job is a hard task but I managed to work till the end of 6th month. My weight reached up to monstrous 196lb and i was totally down when thinking about my body. Now after almost 8 months and as a monther of a boy and a girl I can say I am in my size again. My weight is on 140 again and I do not have to keep 3 sizes in my wardrobe anymore. I had a huge belly and now skin does not look very nice but i hope to work on that in future. Maybe when I stop breastfeeding again? I feel stronger when i see other women sharing their stories. It is so stressing to see all models and actress skinny all the time. I wish we were shown their real photos and not photoshop work because for us being pregnant mean losing our curves, our body of a normal woman. I want to love myself but it is difficult when i hear everywhere I am a little too big, i have to lose a little, i should stop eating any sweets, i should i should… I should just love myself and my kids and being a good mom and a woman for my husband – THAT IS ALL I SHOULD DO. Remember that our scars on belly mean we had the most precious thing under our heart and no man will have it, no man will understand our sacrifation – NO MAN!

I had my two boys 6 months ago!!!

I have posted my story in here once before, but I wanted to share these pictures with my fellow mothers. My little baby boy took his first 4 steps today at 14 months. I found myself elated and a little more than sad all at the same time. I remember reading an article in Mothering magazine about a mother climbing a tree with her adult son and telling the readers about the way he smelled-of sweat. The smell of a teenager. I think of that every time my beautiful daughter has her wonderful almost 3 year old conversations with me and today when my son walked into my arms. Everyone tells you to treasure these moments, but to experience it all yourself seems to make those words of advice so much more beautiful and important. So, here I am treasuring some of the moments. We’re still nursing strong and there is no plan to stop any time soon. The entire shoot was spent with me holding the camera out in front of me and trying to keep him from bending over and latching on just long enough for me to get some shots. Thank you, ladies, for all your stories. I’ve spent so much time reading them all and looking at all your beautiful pictures and feeling so greatful to be a woman.

I got loads more stretchmarks this time round but I don’t mind them. I am amazed how fast my stomach is getting flatter, I think breastfeeding is helping but it is very flabby and there is no muscle tone whatsoever, also when I bend forward it is very wrinkly. I really love this site it helps me to remember that I am normal!!!

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I got pregnant with my first baby when I was 16. I was 5’4″ and 125lbs. With that pregnancy I gained nearly 60lbs. and had the stretch marks to prove it. My entire belly was covered as well as my hips, breasts, thighs, and even the inside of my arms. After I gave birth to him, my stomach looked like a deflated balloon and I was depressed because I had gained so much weight. I got pregnant with my second about three years later, which sadly ended in a miscarriage. My third pregnancy was conceived just a few weeks after the miscarriage and I had not lost any weight since having my first. With that pregnancy I added another 30lbs. onto my already overweight frame. Plus, with that pregnancy, she stretched out my belly so much that after I had her I was left with an “apron” of skin hanging on my abdomen. My fourth pregnancy was a rough one, complete with bleeding in the first trimester and preterm contractions and severe anxiety in the last trimester. Luckily with that pregnancy I only gained 14lbs., so after I gave birth, I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight. We knew this was our last baby so now I’m left to deal with the aftermath. At first I was very embarrassed at my new figure, I was mortified at my hanging skin and stretch marks. I couldn’t stand to look at myself in the mirror or let my husband see me naked. I still fight the low self esteem, but this website has opened my eyes. I realize the life I have brought into this world and I look at my kids and realize that it was all worth it. The first picture is me at 38 weeks pregnant with my third baby (fourth pregnancy). The other two are me at nearly 2 years postpartum. I’ve also included my breasts in the pictures. Before I had kids I was small at 34A. During my first pregnancy I quickly grew to a 38D which left many stretchmarks and saggy boobs. I’m still currently breastfeeding and my breasts are at about a 36-38C.

I really thought I would bounce right back after my pregnancy. I had planned to excercise through it but was on bed rest for a lot of my pregnancy due to Pre-E and high blood pressure. I ended up gaining 50 lbs. during my pregnancy and I still have 10 to lose at 3 months post baby. I am covered in stretch marks, I have a saggy flabby belly, and curvy hips. I only breast fed for 7 weeks but because of it my breast sag more than they used to and they are different sizes. I wonder if this belly sag will ever go away. I blame it on having a C-section. My son is very much worth all of this. He is the best thing to ever happen to me and my husband but I can’t help but wonder if my body will ever go back to normal. The first picture is me before pregnancy, the next picture is me in the last few weeks of my pregnancy, and the rest are me at 3 months after pregnancy. You all are beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!!

The day I found out I was pregnant is a day I’ll never forget. I was 20 at the time and scared out of my mind. Even though I knew my boyfriend at the time would be completely supportive and we were in love I was still scared. I knew I’d have to postpone finishing college and I would be responsible for another human’s life. I told my boyfriend and he was ecstatic. He is also 5 years older than me and was at that place in his life where kids just seemed like the next step. He asked me to marry him shortly after and I was worried that he only asked because I was pregnant. After many times of reassuring me that that was not the only reason we were married on October 10th. 3 months later he was deployed on a 6 month cruise in the Navy. He missed the 3rd trimester, the birth, and he wont be home until August where our daughter will then be 3 months old. Needless to say I am very scared that when he comes home and I’m not the same size 2 I was when he left he’s going to be dissapointed. I gained 45 pounds nearly by the end of the pregnancy and our daughter was 8 lb 8 oz. Now, I just need to get the courage back to be naked in front of him and our relationship can continue to grow. The wonderful gift I got in the form of our beautiful little girl is worth every pound I gained and every stretch mark I got.

I have a long story. I found out I was pregnant with my first girl one month after I had gotten married. We were excited but weren’t expecting to be pregnant that fast. My pregnancy was fairly easy and uncomplicated until about my 7th month. At that point I started to have seizures. I do not have a history of seizures, it does not run in my family. By the time my daughter was born at 37 1/2 weeks, I had undergone many tests. The official diagnosis was Non Epileptic Gestational Seizures. My labor was extremely fast, only four hours from the first contraction until she slid into this world. My daughter was beautiful and worth every thing I went through. When my daughter was 9 months old, I realized that I was pregnant again. I am proof that birth control does not work for all women. :) This time my seizures started much earlier. I was only 5 months along, and it was scary having a little one at home. We hired a nanny and made it through the pregnancy fine. My water broke at 35 weeks. I ended up being induced by Pitocin. While I had a natural, drug free labor with my first, I ended up getting an epidural. It was the best decision and made it so that I didn’t lose my mind from the pain. My second daughter seemed so small at 5 pounds, 8 ounces. She seemed fine right after birth, but her lungs weren’t developed and she sprung a pin hole leak in her left lung. She spent 3 1/2 weeks in the NICU. I spent that time running back and forth to the hospital and pumping. I cried a lot. However, she is now three months old and we are all doing wonderfully. I am thankful to my body for housing two beautiful miracles. I cry when I think that I should never have more babies, the empty arms I will have as my girls get older. However, this Mama is beautiful. And while I have days where I wish that someone had told me that I would go from a size 4-6 to a size 12, and that my breasts would go from a barely B cup to a DDD cup, I embrace my womanhood. This body has been the building place of two wonderful babies, two extraordinary births. It has seen my through some of the hardest days of my life, when I wondered if I was hurting my babies, and wondered if I was dying. I am thankful for the blessings I have been given! I am including pictures, me three months post pardum, at 35 weeks with my first, and at 35 weeks (the day before I had her!) with my second. Blessings upon all of you strong mamas out there who share your stories with the world!