Getting used to your mom body is hard.
I'm classically pear shaped. I've always had a (practically) washboard stomach, small boops and rounder legs and rear.
Then I had the Bambinos and
I had knockers I couldn't keep covered,
a stomach that still looked pregnant,
my thighs not only rubbed but screamed at eachother to get out the way when I walked,
and my butt was no more round than it was before.
Why did all the parts I didn't want to grow get bigger while my butt stayed the same?
I'm sad to say, there's not many photos of me with the Bambinos when they were newborns.
I was almost ashamed of the way I looked. I hated that I was pale and fleshy.
I'd like to say that I grew to love my body and the way it was but that's not the case.
I loved what my body could do, but not how it looked.
I got a spray tan, and I nursed my babies.
Nursing helped me shed a lot of weight. And I shed about 30 pounds of water weight overnight (literally.)
Slowly, I became less sleep deprived, and more proud of how I looked.
I started to give myself credit.
I'm still about 5 pounds over what I was at this time last year
and my stomach has not gone back to it's previously washboard status,
but I can deal with this new, softer me.
I'm proud that my body baked twins to 38 weeks - that's practically unheard of!
And I remind myself that some women birth one baby and take a lot longer to lose weight or they never lose it at all.
That reminds me not to be so hard on myself.
I'm finally accepting myself for not only what I look like, but also what I can do.