Postpartum body

I just need to vent. Every time I try talking to my husband/friends/family about my postpartum body the response is along the lines of you look great for just having had a baby. Which is nice to hear, but I don’t feel it.

I’m suppose to love my postpartum body because it gave me what I love most in life—my two beautiful girls (3 years old and 2 months old).

And I definitely appreciate everything it went through to grow and deliver my girls via C-section and VBAC. But I have to admit, I’m not in love with it. I miss my flat stomach without the extra skin, my stretch mark free hips, stomach, and boobs.

I wish all the time that I wasn’t so caught up in my body insecurities. I don’t like the part of me that is always aware of how my body looks in certain clothes. I don’t want to be that person, because I know there is so much more to me than my physical appearance. And I want to set a good example for my girls. I don’t want them to be hung up on outward appearances.

But man, is it hard to love the body I see in the mirror sometimes.