Please enjoy the second in our series about our mama bodies, and embracing the beauty each mom carries within. To see our first in the series, go here. Special thanks to our partners for this project: Lindsey Tatum Photography and Little Rental Co.
Mom to One Toddler
I’m a mom to a soon to be 2 year old strong-willed feisty girl. My partner and I work full time. We are in Sonoma (the town we both grew up in). Currently we live with my parents. Eek! It’s mostly blessings but with a curse here and there.
It’s taken me years to realize that I’m not alone in having body image issues. When I was knee deep in self hatred, wishing constantly that I looked like anyone else but me… I truly believed I was the only one who was not comfortable in their own skin. I was the girl in the school locker room that perfected the art of changing into PE clothes without showing any skin. I did not want any of my peers to see my “fat body.”
Fast-forward to adulthood and pregnant. I don’t think I have ever loved my body more than when I was growing a little person. It might have been the fact that I was growing this little human inside me. Of course the fact that the 1st trimester morning sickness had me losing a ton of weight didn’t hurt. But really, it was empowering to know that my body had a purpose which in turn helped me embrace the impact that little human had on said body as an amazing thing.
So jump to post pregnancy and post nursing me – I think I accepted my body and appreciate it. But I often find myself falling back into my old negative self talk of “I need to lose this weight” “I look terrible in this etc.” I am trying very hard quiet that voice within not just for my own sanity but I would hate to pass down any of those habits to my daughter. I know she’ll have a tough time as it is with the message she’ll get from the outside world, I want to do all I can to help give her a strong foundation that will hopefully not absorb those message. I’m working on not looking at a number on a scale but on a healthy, energetic feeling within, because lord knows I need it to keep up with a toddler.
Mom to One Preschooler
I’m just gonna put it out there: Y’all, I STRUGGLED committing to this for a couple of reasons. First, I don’t bear the battle scars of birth. I became a mom in a much less traditional manner.
Second, I don’t exactly embrace my body. I don’t gripe about being fat, but I’m far from satisfied with my image sans clothes. I’ve NEVER worn bikinis. I gravitate to loose fitting outfits. And since I didn’t even carry a child in my womb, I don’t feel like I have much of an excuse for my belly.
So why risk humiliation and subject myself to judgement from strangers? Simple: my daughter. To her, the body is simply a vessel that allows her to live life to its fullest. When her clothes get in the way, her first instinct is to take them off. Never does it cross her mind to be ashamed of her perfectly protruding tummy. Nor would I EVER want it to!
My daughter’s lack of self-consciousness has ignited something fiercely protective in me. My job is to retain that innocence and self-love as long as possible.
In order to do that, I must lead by example. This means carefully curbing what leaves my mouth and not berating my own image.
My wish is that my daughter never knows that I have insecurities about my own body.
And in order to nurture this amazing confidence that exudes from my girl’s every pore, I have to step up my own game. When the opportunity to exercise such a position crossed my plate- I had to accept.
Because I know it’s inevitable that at some point the siren of society’s ideal beauty will slowly start calling to her. And as her Mamma, I will do everything I can to temper that bitch. Even if it means standing in my skivvies for all of social media to see.