Recently, while running errands, I bumped into an old friend from the neighborhood. It was refreshing to have a grown-up conversation, even if just for a few minutes. In the midst of our chat, I turned to grab something one of my kids had dropped, and when I turned back, I caught sight of it—the Stomach Stare.
I’m quite familiar with the Stomach Stare. After all, I’m a mother of six. My body has certainly undergone some changes, and I’m currently carrying more weight than I’d like, all thanks to a metabolism that seems to have hit a standstill. I know what I look like, and the combination of my larger frame and the remnants of pregnancy does not escape notice. I can’t say I blame people for their curiosity—they’re probably trying to figure out if I’m just carrying extra weight or if there’s another little one on the way. My friend, Sarah, is incredibly kind and observant. She hadn’t seen me in a long time, and with my body changing so much, it’s only natural for her to wonder about my situation. I completely understand; I’ve done the Sneaky Stomach Stare too.
But it stings a little, you know? When I realize someone is sizing me up, I can’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment. It’s hard to ignore the fact that I might look a bit pregnant in my current state. My instinct is to suck in my stomach, even though it’s really a futile effort—my abs have essentially surrendered. I feel a bit guilty that my appearance might leave people guessing about my family planning status.
I have a complicated relationship with my stomach. On one hand, it’s big and jiggly, making it a challenge to find clothes that fit comfortably. I can sense the stares at social gatherings; people are counting our kids, and inevitably, their eyes land on my midsection, trying to determine if there’s more to come.
On the flip side, my stomach is remarkable. It has endured so much, including surgeries while I was awake, during which two beautiful lives were brought into the world. It has nurtured and supported six incredible children, and for that, it deserves all the accolades. My jiggly belly is a badge of honor that reminds me every day of the amazing journey of motherhood I’ve embarked on. It has done an incredible job, and it truly deserves my appreciation.
So, I take a deep breath, letting my stomach relax. I express gratitude for being the first home for my babies, the place where they felt safe and loved. I forgive it for being a bit unruly sometimes and for causing confusion among friends and strangers alike.
And I promise it comfort—yoga pants for days.
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In summary, it’s essential to embrace our bodies for the stories they tell. My stomach may draw a few stares, but it also carries the weight of love and life.
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