I am currently going into my 5th month Post-Partum and I am a little upset with myself. I am currently about 5lbs away from my pre-pregnancy weight and I still at times feel like I still look enormous. I have always loved my legs and now I see them in this picture and I am like 🙈.
I thought I would've lost more weight by now and while I am constantly wanting women to be very proud of their bodies and what they have done, will do, and so forth. I am currently not loving mine 😒.
I recently picked up this high-waisted 👙 bikini from Old Navy and while it covers all the "necessary" areas, I still can't help but feel like it could fit way better than it does.
I recently ordered a couple of summer items and I had to size up on a few things which doesn't matter to me, it is all about how I look and feel. Sometimes I feel great and I feel like I am making such progress in eating better [I have my moments of indulgences, like there is currently a gallon of sweet tea in the fridge 🙄] and sometimes I am super good.
The problem is adding in working out into my already super busy schedule. Mommy-ing is hard and you have to literally plan your entire day accordingly. For instance, when J goes down for this naps I have to think about what I am going to do and in the order I am going to do it in. There is no longer do things when you feel like it. Your every move is planned, at least if you want to remain sane to some extent. In my case, I am still completely insane and losing my mind at times but each day gets better. But where there is a will there is a way.
Don't read this assuming I am complaining about being a mother, I am not. I am totally praying for all the people who are currently in the shoes we were just a few short months ago. I am very happy every day that I am a mother and that J is ours, we are seriously blessed. I love every little piece of him, seriously.
I just kind of hate my body right now, and that has nothing to do with the fact that I had a baby it is mostly just my self esteem at times.
But the other day I found myself calling myself fat and didn't realize my niece was around and she heard me. And when she told me I wasn't fat, it was at that very moment I wish I could've re-winded and taken the words right back out of my mouth. 🤦🏽♀️ Talk about face palm moment.
We as women have to stop putting ourselves down. We have to stop being to judgmental of each other, and we have to stop speaking down to ourselves. I am my own worst critic. If you have said something about me trust that I have probably said it to myself already. You're just as an asshole if you have and so am I.
Start loving yourself ladies. There is enough BS going on in the world that we don't have to be mean to one another or ourselves for that matter in order to get around in the world.
I challenge you each day point out something beautiful about yourself. I have always loved my eyes 👀.
What is your beautiful?