Let’s Talk Postpartum Bodies

Let’s talk #postpartumbodies 👏🏻👇🏻

For nine months, my body created life. As I watched my body grow, I remember feeling proud. I would go to the doctor and not care about the number on the scale because I knew it was all to build and maintain a safe home for my baby.

Once I hit the 40+ pound mark, I asked my doctor if I should be concerned. I wasn’t overeating. I was trying to stay as active as possible. He reassured me that this was normal, and to just let my body do its thing. When I asked some mama friends, they reassured me that “the weight would fall right off” once I started breastfeeding. (That didn’t happen to me.)

Right before I gave birth to Nora, I had gained 50+ pounds. I put it out of my mind because … well … I was giving birth to Nora! I was a little busy. But as the months have gone by, I’ve battled with “bounce back culture”. I’ve had to buy all new clothes. I’ve spent hours on my phone comparing myself to other postpartum moms, wondering why I can’t fit into my “old, normal” jeans. I would look at myself in the mirror and cry and hate what I saw. I struggled with the fact that I would never return to my “regular” body.

One day (very recently), I decided that enough was enough. I looked at my daughter and thought, “what would I say to her if she talked about her body the way I do?” I would be so sad. It would be heartbreaking to hear her say she hated herself. That she was ugly. That she was afraid to go out in public. So I just said, f* it. F* what it says on that scale. I started exercising and practicing mindfulness. I stopped weighing myself every morning and night.

I weighed myself recently and saw that I’m down 15 pounds, but I’m not even paying attention to that anymore. Now, I’m focusing on strength. On control. I’m slowly starting to look at my body as a marvel rather than a hinderance. This body created life. This body continues to sustain life while sustaining my own. That is pretty fricken amazing.

I see you, postpartum parents. And you are beautiful.

2 thoughts on “Let’s Talk Postpartum Bodies

  1. I had the horrible luck to get gestational diabetes when I was pregnant with my son. It just about killed me not being able to eat what I really wanted — I ended up losing close to 25 lbs over the course of my pregnancy. I actually weighed less than I NORMALLY do, a week after giving birth. I thought oh wow, I’m so lucky. I was breastfeeding, I did everything you were “supposed” to. I’m up AT LEAST twenty pounds now due to hormones and eating habits and just…being post partum. My body grew a baby. I was home for 9 months. The least I can do now is be proud of what my body accomplished. I’m proud of you, too, Kass. That picture of you two is adorable.

    • Exactly, Jordyn! Our bodies did what they needed to do and continue to do what they need to do to keep our babies fed, loved, and safe. We are rockin’ it! Thanks so much for reading and sharing your experience.

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