Had my second kid almost 6 weeks ago by repeat c-section. I’ve dropped weight without really trying. I’m 5’2” and weighed 155 when she was born and am now at 127, which is exciting. But then I try to get dressed and I’m immediately depressed. I tried to put on high rise size 8 jean shorts, which I wore last summer when I weighed around 10 pounds more. They don’t fit. I hold them up and they look like they’ll be big, but then they’re too small. I was so sure they would fit that this is really hitting me hard today. I don’t want to eat lunch even though I know that’s not helpful.

I see my dr on Tuesday for clearance to exercise, but I’m really feeling defeated and that I will forever be doomed to a small wardrobe of elastic pants and baggy shirts and never feel attractive again. I love my kids, but I hate my body and I resent them a little bit for doing this to me. Maybe other women are proud of their stripes and proud of their pooch or shelf, but I’m not. I’m embarrassed and unhappy. I keep imagining what life would be like if we hadn’t had kids. How we’d be able to leave the house. How I could enjoy a glass of wine. How I could sleep. How I’d fit in clothes and feel confident. I miss life before kids. I miss me before kids.