I have a daughter, and I think she is the most beautiful little girl in all the world. She absolutely delights me.
The other day, we were getting ready together. I noticed her soft, round little features. I noticed the way she crinkled up her nose to smile. I noticed her confidence as she stuck her belly out and look in the mirror. I noticed her contentment with picking clothes she liked, detached from any sort of expectation of how they looked on her body. And I thought with a sinking feeling, not for the first time, that I wished I could bottle up this confidence for her and help her keep it forever.
The topic of body image scares me for her. Continue reading What We Tell Our Daughters
So, baby Bea is officially six weeks old, which makes me officially six weeks post partum. (See babe, I can do MATH!) And for me, the five-six week marker is usually when allll the bad feelings about my post baby body start to set in.
Annnd go. Continue reading Why I Don’t Diet: A Post Baby, Body Talk
I’ve really enjoyed embracing and styling my “bump” this pregnancy. I was always so worried about concealing my baby bump when I was pregnant with the boys that I didn’t give myself the chance to just enjoy the special – and fleeting – time in my life.
While I’ve still had my days where I struggle with body image, I’ve been proud of myself for really feeling quite pretty this pregnancy. I’m so happy to be pregnant and to be carrying a little girl; I just want to enjoy it all as much as possible. Continue reading What I Wore: Pregnancy Edition
At the risk of sounding cliche, I have to say that I really struggle with this whole body image thing. Like on a normal, not pregnant day-to-day basis. So when you add the uncontrollable weight gain, the weird shifting of body parts, and the enormous boob reality of pregnancy, you could say that my insecurities kiiinda go up a notch. Like I said, I’m a walking cliche, because I’m a girl and don’t we all kind of go through this at one point or another? Continue reading Learning to Love My Body, So My Little Girl Can Love Hers
I read a great blog post recently by Mama Lion Strong about our culture’s obsession with perfect abs, skinny bodies and the unfortunate shaming that we as women succumb to, both through feeling shame towards our own bodies, and shaming other women for where they are at in their personal fitness journey.
In her post, Jen was responding to a woman’s photo of her incredible abs with a caption that read “I have a kid, a six pack, and no excuse.” Continue reading Encouraging The Win