“I’ve struggled with my mid section since giving birth to Wyatt almost 5 years ago. While I’m proud of what my body can do and what it’s given me I’m angry with how it reacted to children.
My stretch marks got worse the second time around. I’ve got extra skin that’s found it’s new home above my elective c-section scar and the distorted unrecognizable thing that use to be a belly button is now playing hide and seek in my skin folds. Most days I just feel broken.
I’d lose in the breast milk game and the how long can you hold your pee game. No jean size is right, no thought kind, and no mirror is forgiving. And if the physical changes weren’t enough the baby blues arrive just in time to give me mental cloudiness. This is MY dark side of postpartum.
Am I okay everyday? No. Do I feel defeated everyday? No. Do I HATE my body? Nope. Even in its unconventional beauty, I respect my body and slowly learning to love it. #6weekspostpartum.” — We love these words from
