Let’s talk about postpartum bodies.
Ive lost FIFTY pounds since our last baby was born (almost a year ago now). I clawed & scratched for every dang pound & I am proud to be at the WIDELY celebrated “pre pregnancy weight” (even though I now recognize that that number means ABSOLUTELY nothing 🙃).
Hmmm… things look DIIIIIFFERENTLY than “pre pregnancy” though 🧐.
Did I expect to look like Jlo? No.
Did I expect that my once (very recently) full & magical tatas (they literally kept all 3 of our kids alive for the first year of their lives) would now faintly resemble two empty scrotal sacs?! (LBVS) BIIIG…no. Did I expect that I’d have enough extra skin that I could cover my abdomen TWICE?! Nope. Did I expect to have stretch marks LITERALLY from hip to hip? SMH. No, ya’ll, I did not.
Would I do it all over again, in a heart beat, no questions asked, to bring these three beautiful people into the world had I known the aftermath? ….hell 👏🏽 yes 👏🏽
Look, I don’t loooove my postpartum body all the time but I certainly don’t ever hate it. & I prooobably won’t ever be on the cover of Sports Illustrated but my husband thinks I’m a smoke show 🔥🔥🔥.
This body has been through A LOT. Scrunchie skin & all, I am so. damn. grateful for what it has done for us. 💖
