6 Ways Motherhood Has Completely Dismantled My Modesty

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Before I became a mom, I was the queen of modesty. You would find me awkwardly lingering at the gym, waiting for an empty shower stall while other women boldly stripped down. If the situation called for it, I would just shower in my bathing suit. That was my life pre-baby.

Fast forward to today: I’m the mom who yanks off her bathing suit the moment the locker room door closes, all because I know I have a mere 45 seconds to rinse off before my little one starts demanding food from the nearest milk supplier. Modesty? Forget it.

I never imagined I would be in a bathroom with three people cheering me on to make a bowel movement. Sure, I knew it was a possibility at some point, but not this early in life. The pressure of having an audience during my birthing experience was unreal; they were eager for my body to do its thing, but nerves kept my bowels in a state of stage fright.

After the great “poop fiasco,” all my modesty vanished. The reality of giving birth, while five people (and my phone) stood by, was a game-changer. Someone even removed my top to facilitate the first public feeding of my newborn. Who knew motherhood would flush away my modesty alongside the flood of love that came with it?

As I embraced my new role as a mom, I experienced a series of liberating transformations:

1. Goodbye Bras: In those early postpartum weeks, I ditched not just my bra but my shirt too. My sore breasts made it too tiring to adjust my clothing every few minutes. Any window-peepers would have witnessed a drooling, topless woman, with a man and a baby reiterating, “I think the baby’s hungry again.” At this point, I only wear a bra for special occasions, like weddings or funerals—and even then, only if I have a dress that allows me to skip it!
2. Flatulence is Fundamental: Everyone farts; it’s a universal truth. My days of holding it in are over, thanks to the liberating effects of motherhood. I now fully embrace the philosophy of “if you gotta go, let it flow.” It’s refreshing to have a new respect for those who unapologetically let one rip at dinner. I may not be at the level of boldness yet, but I’m getting closer.
3. Food Stains? Hand It Over!: With baby poop, boogers, and unidentifiable mush becoming my new fashion accessories, I’ve learned to embrace the mess. Pre-baby Jenna would change outfits at the slightest coffee spill, but now it takes a significant amount of spit-up to warrant a wardrobe change. Laundry piles? Who has time for that!
4. Accidental Leaks: The thought of wetting my pants in public used to terrify me. Now, I strategically wear black yoga pants to disguise any unintentional leaks. If anyone catches a whiff, I’ll just blame the baby!
5. Wedge Adjustments Anytime, Anywhere: With my body changing post-baby, my underwear often finds itself in uncomfortable places. I now have no qualms about reaching down to adjust my wedgie or camel toe—no matter where I am. If a stranger is offended, they can look away while they fix their own wardrobe malfunctions.
6. Embracing the Mom Bath: When I can’t squeeze in a proper shower—let’s be honest, it’s almost always—I resort to a quick “Mom Bath.” This involves layering on deodorant and spritzing perfume to mask the delightful blend of baby poop and unwashed hair.

Modesty can be a hindrance if you let it control you. It distracts you with questions like, “What will they think of me?” Who cares if someone looks down their nose at your newfound boldness? What truly matters is your happiness and feeling free to be yourself.

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In summary, motherhood has transformed my understanding of modesty in ways I never anticipated. From ditching bras to embracing the inevitable messiness of life, I’ve learned that true freedom comes from letting go of societal expectations and just living in the moment.