Then my beautiful, screaming bundle of joy made her painful appearance and my world shifted. I changed in such a monumental way that I look back at myself now and don’t know who that silly, superficial girl was. As corny as this may sound, having a baby has changed my world – and all for the better.
I now go to work with no make-up on, hair scraped back into a pony tail. I don’t spend hours priming and primping, don’t count calories or worry about what others think of me. I now realize that I don’t need those things to make me beautiful. I feel better, more beautiful and desirable than ever before. Everything is now about how my little girl sees me. I have a little person who I have to be a role model for and the last thing I want is for her to see me as an image-obsessed girl who lacks self-confidence. I can’t preach to my daughter that beauty is from within when I refuse to leave the house without a full face of make up on. How can I teach her about healthy eating and body image when I hate mine?
I now can’t wait for my next pregnancy. I can’t wait to marvel at my changing body, show off my baby bump, stretch marks and bigger jeans. Instead of spending 9 months moaning, complaining and whining to all who will listen, instead of begging my doctor to move my due date forward, I hope that I will be as serene and accepting as some of the other pregnant moms I see. It has taken me having a baby to realize that pregnancy is amazing. I look at my little girl who is now 18 months and I still can’t believe that I created her from scratch. I grew her and nurtured her and fed her and birthed her. How can I not love the body that did that? I hate it that I didn’t enjoy the experience of my pregnancy and birth, I feel like I was robbed of an amazing experience. Hopefully I get to experience it again, soon!
What effect has pregnancy had on your self-image?