The cruel flip side is that while I’m adjusting to my postpartum body (two years pp), I’m also simultaneously lamenting that I didn’t love my old body enough before it changed. Like my pre-breastfeeding boobs!
And 7 and 6 years postpartum from two amazing individuals I can now chat to – I still can’t full accept the changes albeit objectively small. I look back at my old dance photos, school formal pictures thinking “wow if I were that size now!” Only, the terribly sad part about that time was that I thought I was bigger than all the other girls! This was a time without social media. My husband and I saw two girls yesterday probably trying to record a TikTok on a very busy road in honestly what looked like boy leg briefs that were practically see through ... I just don’t have the words for the level of distraction and distortion.
The cruel flip side is that while I’m adjusting to my postpartum body (two years pp), I’m also simultaneously lamenting that I didn’t love my old body enough before it changed. Like my pre-breastfeeding boobs!
And 7 and 6 years postpartum from two amazing individuals I can now chat to – I still can’t full accept the changes albeit objectively small. I look back at my old dance photos, school formal pictures thinking “wow if I were that size now!” Only, the terribly sad part about that time was that I thought I was bigger than all the other girls! This was a time without social media. My husband and I saw two girls yesterday probably trying to record a TikTok on a very busy road in honestly what looked like boy leg briefs that were practically see through ... I just don’t have the words for the level of distraction and distortion.
I guess there just are so many changes aren’t there? Physically and psychologically and in reality VS what we tell ourselves.
Yes! I can relate to this... especially about the boobs!