
I look into the mirror
and ponder at my reflection
I see new additions, a pound here and a line there
Some well extended stays, and some, frankly I don’t care
for, when I look into the mirror
I also see souvenirs
My body, which’s a reminder
that someone chose me to be their mother
My stretch marks, a cue
that they grew well, before their big debuts
My dark circles around the eyes
convey that they are the epicenters of my life
For when I look into the mirror
I just don’t see my beloved figure
I see a mom, blessed forever.
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To all moms who have been subjected to post baby body shame by others or by their own eyes. 💕
Thank you Christine for the writing prompt which inspired this piece.
A realistic self-reflection!! 🙂
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Thank you for reading. 🙏😊
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My pleasure, Pallavi!! 🙂
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This speaks to my soul- to my momma body and my momma heart. Beautiful ❤️.
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I am glad it reached you Jenny. We moms are in this journey together, sharing our struggles and our prides.
Thank you for reading and commenting! Means a lot.
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Great take on the subject. . . perception is a big part of happiness.
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Thank you 🙏💕
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I love that you mentioned being body shamed by their own eyes. Mom bod acceptance starts when we stop being our own body shamer. Great post!
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I absolutely agree with you, that’s the first step! Thank you for reading. Sincerely appreciate it.
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My pleasure 🙂
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God made you beautiful!
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Aww that’s really sweet of you. Thank you!
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