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I still have more days than I’d like to admit when I stand in front of the mirror and don’t like what I see. During my twenties, I used to get stressed out while getting ready because I had too many options. Nowadays, getting dressed is a quick step in my hurried morning routine, throwing on my usual momiform of leggings and a t-shirt. Sure, I can lament that it’s just easy to dress comfortably for chasing around two little boys. But, if I’m going to be honest, I think it’s more the lack of effort because I don’t feel the need or want to dress up my pregnant and soon to be thirdly postpartum body.
After three full-term pregnancies, it goes without saying that my body isn’t what it used to be. But, this is the body that housed two beautiful, healthy baby boys and is still baking our littlest love. From the dark circles permanently etched under my eyes to the soft pudge of my belly, I have grown to love and appreciate my body more in this phase of my life than any other time. For everything it’s endured in the last four years, I am in awe of the power of a woman’s body.
Just as his brothers before him, this baby boy growing healthily helps me to be conscious of all the changes that my body has powered through to bear each of my children and to nourish them as they start their life outside of my womb.
This is the body that swelled over 9 months to provide my babies’ first home. This is the body that labored and delivered my strong, healthy babies. This is the body that produced milk to provide my babies’ first nourishment. This is the body that gained and lost nearly 40 lbs., (soon to be) 3 times in the last four years.
I always say that motherhood is my greatest teacher in life. And it’s no less true in guiding me to learn more about myself every day. The experiences of pregnancy, nursing, and postpartum recovery have taught me invaluable lessons about learning to love my body in ways that I would never have imagined as important in the relationship I have with myself.
My boys tell me nearly every day that I am pretty and beautiful. And for the first time in my life, I’m beginning to genuinely believe that too.