In my early adulthood, I was not one to spend hours in the gym, meticulously scrutinizing my reflection for perceived flaws. I’ve always had my share of body quirks—a fuller midsection, stout legs, and arms that have their own unique jiggle. As for my face, I never fit the mold of conventionally beautiful. Growing up with two sisters and a brother, I never yearned for a perfect physique or stunning features. Instead, I have learned to appreciate the beauty of being average.
This body of mine has proven its worth time and time again. It has empowered me to excel in sports, complete demanding academic work right before deadlines, and haul my life up to my New York City apartment at an ungodly hour. It has shown resilience against illness and injury, allowing me to focus on its functionality rather than its aesthetic shortcomings.
I’ve never been one to spend excessive time on my appearance. Even on my wedding day, I kept it simple, opting for a dress that cost less than $100 and a quick hair and makeup routine. Instead of hiring a professional photographer, I asked a colleague known for a more playful style to capture the day. When I glance back at those photos, I can see the way my arms might look less than flattering next to my partner’s, yet they are also the same arms that helped lift him in joyous celebration. I chose to revel in the moment rather than fret over how I looked.
When I became pregnant, the warnings began to flood in. “Avoid stretch marks with lotion! Keep your weight gain low! Cherish your youthful curves; they won’t last!” Fast forward through two C-sections and 35 months of breastfeeding, and here I am. My body still carries the marks of motherhood—my belly isn’t flat, my arms still jiggle, and my thighs remain full. Yet, I can hold my children while managing a diaper bag filled with snacks and necessities, carry a balance bike, and even leg-press my toddler while he enjoys a game of “airplane” with our cat.
I might not have the same body I did before kids, but I think of it as a gift instead of a loss. I no longer feel the need to measure my worth against anyone else. To all women considering motherhood, I urge you to embrace your so-called average beauty. If your hair wasn’t glossy and thick before pregnancy, it likely won’t miraculously change afterward. Your body has already provided you with incredible gifts—enjoy them. Motherhood will challenge your body, but it will also show you its true strength.
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In summary, embracing body changes through motherhood can be liberating. Recognizing the functionality and strength of your body, rather than focusing on aesthetics, fosters a positive relationship with yourself and your capabilities.