If you asked me one year ago if I’d care how my postpartum body looked, I would have laughed and said, “Nope!” I guess I thought since we fought like hell to become parents I’d somehow have perspective over something I used to think seemed vain like the shape of my body. Then, I had Benny and realized there’s nothing vain about wanting to feel like yourself in your body again. Postpartum is a wildly emotional time where so much is out of your control. No one knows how they’ll react— physically and emotionally— and that’s scary. It isn’t about weight or even being able to fit into your old jeans. (BTW I gave those things away months ago) It’s about a desire to feel comfortable as YOU again. Something that is so much easier said than done. Being patient has never been my forte. Nearly a year later, I’m finally starting to find acceptance to go with the deep gratitude I have for my body. I’m different, and I’m trying to embrace it. Sometimes it seems like everyone around you is “bouncing 🥴🤦🏻♀️” back. The internet is full of people sharing their stories. For me, the more stories I saw of women sharing their postpartum journeys- the more I was able to embrace my own. So, I’m sharing my postpartum fitness journey on the blog today. It’s not advice. It’s just my story. Oh, and there was no “bouncing” on this journey, but a whole lot of moments of surrender. Because having a postpartum body and a healthy son is a privilege.
