I can grab it with two hands, jiggle it around and form a doughnut. No, it’s not food, it’s my mummy tummy, and my kids love it. Me, not so much.
For me, the biggest changes have come with my second child. After my first baby, my body sprung back pretty quickly, by the time Master E turned one. This time, 16 months later, I still have about 8 kilos to lose (sometimes ten depending on the time of the month), extra stretchmarks on my bum and thighs and a mummy tummy thrown in for good measure.
Yes, I will try to lose the tummy fat in time, with the goal of a flat tummy or ‘flatish’ to be more realistic, but now my goal is to learn to live with it. Otherwise, it gets me down. And the thing is, it’s not my belly that gets me down, it’s the whole idea of ‘perfect’ that makes me feel this way.
Looking at my post-baby belly (and body) with a new perspective
I’ve been trying really hard to see my post-baby belly not as something that represents a year of bad eating but as a body that has homed and given life to two babies. I remind myself of this too, when I look into the mirror and see a more curvaceous figure and a well-endowed bottom. It is a known fact that celebrities pay big money to get a big booty. I only recently learnt that people (even celebrities) buy things called ‘butt pads’ to make their bum look bigger. I’m happy, I didn’t have to pay for mine!
It’s all part of nature
I remind myself that nature is responsible for how my body is. It’s taken me a long time to develop this mentality because I kept thinking it was something I’d done wrong, that I was a lazy lump. The reality is that weight gain during pregnancy is both necessary and a normal part of bearing children and I’ve been busy raising them and helping support our family.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the expectation of it all; the perfect body image post-pregnancy while juggling the demands of work and family. And then, to top it off, ads start to appear in your Facebook feed about mummy tummy exercises and how to reduce tummy fat. It’s overwhelming and it can be depressing but it’s not realistic; these advertisers don’t give a hoot about you at all.
Clothes are good at hiding things
I’ve learnt that the right clothes are such a great disguise when it comes to hiding a mummy pooch! I’m talking full briefs, spanks, flowy blouses, one piece swimmers with a ruched midsection and control jeans! All of these things are massive confidence boosters in themselves and create such a wonderful illusion. No one will ever know if you don’t tell them!
My kids changed my mind about my mummy tummy
But with realising all of these things about how I see myself, I’ve come to see that my kids have been the ones to help me appreciate my body, first and foremost. They poke at my mummy tummy, they make it wobble, they put their heads on it and use it as a pillow. My son even told me how comfy my stomach is. Along time ago this would have upset me but now, they’re the most important. My kids don’t see me as a mummy who needs to lose weight, they don’t look at my stomach as fat, they have the naive ability to see past that; they just look at me as their Mummy and see safety and love.
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