"Your tummy is squashy"
Words from my beautiful, a little too honest, 3 year old. At 30 years old I can look in the mirror and pick out every flaw of my body. Every ripple of skin draped over the lumpy cellulite that seems to be breeding, and fast. Every year I get older, more lines appear alongside freckles and moles, creating a map of the lives I have lived. The young and carefree, the adventurer, the student, the career driven, and now the most difficult yet fulfilling, the mother. I am by no means perfect. In fact, I find it very hard to look in the mirror and find any perfection at all. I am also very aware that many others don't see those imperfections. I am not overweight. My skin is not scarred from acne or stretch marks. And my teeth are straight. (Although that's thanks to my dentist). But that does not mean that my concerns are not valid. Some days I am comfortable in my body and others I'm not. This year I am trying to follow a few steps to help me accept my body and hopefully feel more comfortable in myself.
1. Remind myself of what my body has achieved.
Growing a human inside you is a miracle in itself. Looking around at all the children in the world makes the miracle seem a little less impressive. But I literally had nothing but my organs inside of me, and then BAM, a human!!! And those organs got pushed aside as that human grew, and my stomach grew and every other inch of my body, so the fact that my stomach skin isn't hanging by knees is an achievement.
2. Be less judgemental of others.
There are so many negative comments about women getting into shape so quickly after having a baby, or shaming them because it makes other mothers feel bad about themselves. I think it's important to be mindful that those mothers have put in a hell of a lot of effort during pregnancy and after to look that way and if that is making them happy, therefore a better mother, that that should be supported. Just because we have gone down different journey's of pregnancy doesn't make one better than the other. If I start being happier for others, maybe I can feel happier for myself.
I am not a runner!!! I can't even run down the street without stopping and not just because I have a very embarrassing running style. (My family laugh at me every time I attempt to run). But I do LOVE to walk. I listen to an audio book and tune out for an hour. It makes me feel good! I used to love yoga and pilates, but having children makes it really hard for me to attend classes. Which leads me to my final step...
4. Make time for myself.
So often I'm trying to find time for myself but really I need to be making time for myself. Even if it means attending a later class after my husband is home to look after the girls, or sneaking in a walk while they are at playgroup. I need to start making time for me.
Hopefully, you'll start seeing a happier and more confident person writing this blog. And my squashy tummy will be embraced and celebrated!