this is not the body I remember....

This is not the body I remember. 

The body that used to turn heads is a figure slowly disappearing into the shadows, you are almost if not completely non existent. 

I looked in the mirror and I cried after my first and After giving birth to my second beautiful child, I looked in the mirror and I questioned it "who are you? Where is the young woman I remember?" I cried even harder, mourning the loss of my body. 

The transition from maiden hood to mother hood was and still is sometimes very difficult. This is not the body I remember but it is the body I am learning to accept. The body of a mother of two beautiful babes.  the body of a women who carried her children and birthded them, a strong woman who may not be the idea of beauty to society but beautiful to herself and her family. My children will look at me and think the world of me, because I am everything to them. When they are sad my arms are a comforting blanket, when they are hurt my kisses are a tissue for their tears and when they are restless my voice a soft lull. 

Moms going through this: looking in the mirror and questioning the person looking back at you, remember that you are beautiful, you are strong, you are a mom.  Embrace those stretch marks, the pooch, the love handles! Because of your sacrifice you have a beautiful baby. 

People can call me fat, unattractive, disgusting, you name it. But the fact is this is MY mom body and I will learn to embrace her! This is the picture of a woman who is learning to accept the mom body.

Please feel free to share your post baby pictures and lift each other up, we are all beautiful we are all strong.