the skirt is so stretchy & fabulous. and I'm so glad I have this flowy oversized shirt. perfect for both stages :)
The whole pregnancy and post-pregnancy body stuff is crazy.
You spend 9 months seeing your body grow & change exponentially and try to come to terms with the fact that there's a good reason why you will probably never fit in jeans again.
And then you get to a point where you accept that your body is doing something pretty crazy even if you gain a billion pounds and then you have your baby...
and all those insecurities about how you don't even recognize your body anymore come flooding back.
I go back and forth between being in awe of my body and what it accomplished
and how much I hate that all my clothes don't quite fit me right anymore and my pooch is setting up permanent camp on my abdomen [with some help of some Oreos].
The frustrations that I had after I had Elijah have made themselves known again.
But I'm trying hard to not go to that dark, unhealthy place again.
And embrace the pooch.
I never thought I'd miss my bump and the reason why it was okay to eat junk without judgement.
Or not have to be self-conscious about hiding bellies & curves.
Bodies are crazy.
They are miraculous and beautiful and frustrating and take up too much time in my thoughts.
They are capable of the impossible and never get enough credit.
So I'm trying to be more grateful for mine.
20+ extra post-partum pounds and all.
And also maybe start running...