If men gave birth, they’d be so proud of their accomplishment.
If men gave birth, they’d be so proud of their bodies.
If men gave birth, they’d compete with one another for the biggest and baddest scars.
If men gave birth, they’d whip out their penis and show the world where they had to get stitches.
If men gave birth, they’d know the exact number of stitches it had taken to repair the tearing- the higher the number, the more they’d brag.
If men gave birth, they’d show their battle scars to the world- the longer the scar the better.
If men gave birth, they’d be so proud of their c-section scar, they’d measure it and tattoo the number next to it.
If men gave birth, they’d show off their newly earned fat ripples with pride.
If men gave birth, they’d brag about their stretch marks- the darker the better.
If men gave birth, women would find those battle scars sexy.
If men gave birth, women would find their confidence sexy.
Women give birth, and they are proud of their accomplishment.
Women give birth, and they do everything they can to get back to their pre-pregnancy body.
Women give birth, and they do everything they can to hide even the tiniest of scars.
Women give birth, and they don’t even like to talk about the stitches.
Women give birth, and they don’t talk about the tearing.
Women give birth, and they refuse to put on a bathing suit because they are ashamed of the way they look.
Women give birth, and they go on diets to get rid of the fat ripples.
Women give birth, and they buy all sorts of creams to fade away the stretch marks.
Women give birth, and men still find them sexy.
Women give birth, and judge their own bodies as well as other women’s bodies.
Women give birth, and are their own worst critics.
When we look at our babies, we see nothing but perfection.
When our moms look at us (their babies), they see nothing but perfection.
When our loving husbands look at us, they see nothing but perfection.
When our loving husbands look at us, they see strength.
When our babies look at us, they see pure beauty.
When are we going to start looking at ourselves and see beauty?
It starts with us.
Look in the mirror and see the battle scars, see the fat ripples, see the new curves, see the sagging skin, see the stretch marks and LOVE them. Those things are all a result of growing and birthing a human being. That’s pretty kick ass, mama! Accept them as a part of your new life. Your new life is so amazing. Your new life includes being a mama. There is nothing more beautiful than that. Once you accept your new beauty, you will be confident again. You will teach your son/daughter about positive body image. You will be free to put that bathing suit on and enjoy playing with your children. It feels amazing. I challenge you to give it a try.