I’ve seen so many articles online lately about how moms should just put on their damn bathing suits and get the in the water with their kids and not care what people think about their bodies. Timely articles with the beginning of summer here and I just so happened to be shopping for my first post-baby bathing suit also. So it’s a topic that’s been on my mind. And here’s what I’ve decided.
My body is what it is and I'm going to be proud of it.
It’s far from perfect, I’d love to lose thirty or forty pounds, and I’ve had comments about my size in the past (from family no less, and when I was much smaller than I am now). But, I’m 31 freaking years old. Isn’t it about time I get over being self-conscious about my body?! It carried a healthy baby to term (finally, on the third try – another reason I’m over feeling uncomfortable in my own skin). It fed her for 14 months. That’s pretty damn amazing.
If that’s not enough to be proud of, it’s time to just get over myself and realize that as she grows, I will be a role model for a tiny girl that I’d like to grow up being confident and happy with herself. How is that going to happen if she hears me constantly talking about how fat I am, or how much weight I need to lose, or how I’m not doing X, Y, or Z because I’m not putting on a bathing suit? Do I want to teach her that you have to have a perfect body or be a size 2 to have fun and enjoy life? Do I want to teach her that what other people think about her body should affect how she feels about herself? Obviously I don’t.
So I’ve decided that I no longer give a damn. My butt and legs are bigger than I’d like them to be. My squishy stomach will most likely always be that way (and bears some tiger stripes that I’m actually damn proud of). My boobs are not where they started. My arms carry some extra meat and it's not lean muscle. And this summer they’re in a bathing suit in the pool with my baby. And this summer they’ll be running and playing on the beach in a bathing suit with my husband and baby. I’m still going to work to lose some extra weight and I’m constantly struggling to get a handle on what and how much I eat, but for now, I’m going to accept that this is the body I’ve got and it is just fine.
So if you see me and wonder what the hell I think I’m doing, the answer is “I’m having fun with my family and not giving a damn what anyone else thinks”. :) I’m wearing tank tops and shorts (with teal seahorses no less – thanks Old Navy for sucking me in, now I’m 31 going on 6 :) and bathing suits with no cover-up. I’m swimming and playing and enjoying this body that I have, as it is now.