Curvy. Statuesque. Voluptuous. Not petite. Post-baby, I’ve humorously labeled my new physique with terms like “baby rhinoceros” and even the “front butt,” affectionately known as Frutt. Eleven months after my son’s arrival, I’m embracing my body, which now features multiple chins and lopsided breasts due to my son’s preference for nursing primarily from one side. My pants are often pulled down by my Frutt, leaving me in a constant state of adjustment.
Despite societal pressures, I find peace in my current state. Since my pregnancy began, comments about my weight have been endless, ranging from “You’re getting so big!” to “You must be having twins!” While some remarks were accurate (my son weighed in at a hefty 10 pounds, 8 ounces), the unsolicited opinions were overwhelming. Even at medical appointments, the petite nurse would glance between me and the scale, dryly suggesting I remove my boots. No, thank you.
Post-birth, the expectation was that I would quickly return to my pre-pregnancy figure. However, I discovered that while the weight gained during pregnancy came off, other weight—like that acquired after quitting smoking—had rearranged itself into a form I hadn’t seen before. Most days, I’m fine with this transformation. I gave birth to a healthy baby, and while I wouldn’t mind looking a bit different, my focus lies elsewhere.
During a recent check-up, the doctor bluntly asked if I was aware of my weight status. Really? I thought I was invisible to scales! I’m not claiming to be brimming with confidence; I still rummage through my closet weekly, searching for outfits that conceal my Frutt and often delete unflattering photos from my husband’s phone.
Some women have the fortunate experience of shedding weight effortlessly after childbirth, but I am not among them. Despite my efforts to maintain a healthy diet for my son, the weight persists. I commend those who work hard to lose their postpartum weight; however, I find the demands of daily life—between work, playtime, and chores—leave me exhausted by the end of the day.
What I do possess is a supportive partner who loves me unconditionally, along with a beautiful son I cherish. One day, I may shed the extra weight and tuck away my maternity jeans. But for now, I choose to spend time with my family, savoring each moment. If you’re interested in pregnancy and home insemination resources, check out March of Dimes for excellent guidance.
In summary, my postpartum journey is one of acceptance and love, focusing on what truly matters—my family. While societal pressures to lose the baby weight can be pervasive, I choose to prioritize my well-being over unrealistic expectations.