The other day, while I was out running errands, I bumped into a friend from the parenting circuit who I hadn’t seen in ages. It was such a relief to chat with another adult for a few minutes. We were engrossed in conversation when I turned to pick up a toy that one of my kids had dropped. When I turned back, I realized what was happening: The Stomach Stare.
I’m familiar with the Stomach Stare. I’ve had six kids, and let’s just say my body has been through quite a lot. With a metabolism that seems to have hit the brakes, I’m carrying more weight than I used to. I’m aware of how it looks. But nothing quite prepares you for the scrutiny that comes when people think you’re not paying attention.
I can’t blame them, though. With a big family, my youngest being two and a half, they’re trying to figure out if my tummy is just a tummy or if there’s another little one on the way. My friend, Sarah, is one of the kindest people I know. She hadn’t seen me in a while, and with my changing body, it’s natural for her to take a peek. I totally get it; I’ve done my share of Sneaky Stomach Stares too.
But it hits differently, doesn’t it? That moment when you realize you might look pregnant. My instinct kicks in to suck in my stomach, but let’s be real — my abs have thrown in the towel. I feel a familiar pang of embarrassment, as if my belly should come with a clear sign saying, “Nope, no more babies here!”
I have a complicated relationship with my stomach. On one hand, it’s large, jiggly, and makes finding clothes a challenge. People’s eyes drift toward my belly when we’re out in public, especially in churches or restaurants, as if they’re counting my kids and assessing my reproductive status.
On the flip side, my stomach is pretty remarkable. It’s been opened up while I was awake, and two human beings were pulled out of it! Honestly, that’s a mind-blowing fact. Over the years, it has nurtured and carried six beautiful children. It absolutely deserves accolades and high-fives. My big, jiggly belly is a badge of honor, a reminder of the six thoughtful, loving individuals I brought into this world. It truly has done a great job.
So, I take a moment to let my stomach relax and breathe. I thank it for being the first home for my babies, where they felt safe and loved. I forgive it for spilling over my jeans and making shoe-tying a bit of a challenge.
And let’s be honest: Yoga pants are now our best friends. Always and forever.
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Summary:
This article humorously explores the author’s experience with body image after having six children, discussing the Stomach Stare phenomenon and embracing the changes that come with motherhood. It reflects on the duality of feeling self-conscious while also recognizing the incredible journey of bringing life into the world.