I was seven months along and somehow back in the maternity section, searching for tops again. I picked one from the rack and forced it over my growing belly. Upon glancing in the mirror, I thought, Well, that doesn’t look cute at all. I scrunched my nose at my reflection, convinced the shirt was to blame.
The weight of that thought hit me hard. For three decades, I had battled insecurities about my body, criticizing every flaw. Stepping into a fitting room was a prelude to self-loathing, where the only variable was how deep the disappointment ran. If I was lucky, I’d find something that somewhat concealed my figure, but it was always my body that failed, never the clothing.
That day, however, something shifted. I realized that my pregnancy had sparked a newfound appreciation for my appearance. I adored my baby bump, celebrated what it represented, and reveled in the kindness of strangers. I was experiencing what some might call a “magical pregnancy,” with minimal discomfort, and it made me feel fantastic. (Don’t be too envious—I faced my fair share of challenges with baby number two!)
My pregnant mind had concluded that I looked fabulous, and any shirt that didn’t flatter simply wasn’t cute enough. That old narrative (that it must be my fault) vanished, granting me a sense of freedom I had never known. I embraced horizontal stripes and chose tops with empire waists to accentuate my shape. For the first time, I enjoyed looking at myself.
Unfortunately, that wave of body positivity evaporated shortly after my daughter was born. I had underestimated how long the baby weight would linger and struggled with nursing tops that felt a bit snug. I clung to my maternity jeans, feeling shame when strangers in the grocery store asked when I was due. Somehow, I found myself back at square one.
Fast forward two years, and I’m five months pregnant again. This time, I dove into my box of maternity clothes early, eager to regain that mindset. I’m thrilled to say it has returned! Sure, I’m starting this journey with 20 extra pounds from the last pregnancy, and some of my favorite clothes don’t fit like they used to, but I’m not ready to part with them yet.
Once again, I love my belly. I’m wearing outfits I would never have considered pre-pregnancy—tight tops paired with yoga pants, and I couldn’t care less. In fact, I prefer them because they accentuate my growing belly. Given that I naturally carry extra weight, it’s not always obvious that I’m pregnant, and sometimes I catch myself worrying about others misinterpreting my body. But you know what? That’s their problem, not mine.
I wish I could maintain this attitude all the time—embracing the beauty of my body while nurturing my soon-to-arrive daughter. I want to instill in my daughters the belief that their bodies are beautiful too, teaching them that clothing is meant to enhance our appearance, and when it doesn’t, it’s not a reflection of our worth. It’s crucial to understand that other people’s opinions about our bodies are irrelevant.
I genuinely believe these truths and aspire to cultivate this mindset consistently. However, these moments of self-acceptance seem to come in waves. This time around, I’m determined to practice recognizing my beauty, hoping that by the end of these five months, I’ll be in peak self-esteem condition.
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In summary, my journey through pregnancy has been a rollercoaster of self-acceptance and body love. I’ve experienced both the highs of embracing my changing figure and the lows of reverting to old insecurities. As I navigate this new chapter, I aim to cherish my body and instill that same appreciation in my daughters. Here’s to celebrating our bodies, no matter the shape they take!
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