I'm (still) mystified at how much the look of a body changes after having a baby. Flabby skin and fat that comes over the top of my pants like a kid leaning over the glass on the top level of fairlane mall! And stretch marks that look more like skid marks, complete with jagged angles.... How is it that I thought nothing of my contribution to this latent outward expression of pregnancy? Even though I hear people talk about it, it was in one ear and out the other. But like the bubble gut after gas station sushi, it caught up with me fast. A few days after delivery, I looked in the mirror and thought a few words about my mid section that would embarrass a sailor.
But the real embarrassment should be my comfort level with the idea that bodies don't have flaws. If women have babies, thus having stretch and flab, wouldn't it be true that more bodies out here look more like my new one than my old one? And for a lot longer than my old one. File that under things that make you go hmm.
Today when I looked in the mirror and saw all those 'curves and imperfections', I realized that this is the real me. And I took a bow.
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