You ate half a bag of chocolate chips last night after the kids went to bed.
You worked out so hard last Monday that you couldn't stand up and walk to the childcare center to pick up your 5 month old.
You haven't had a solid night's sleep in 2 years. You haven't had sweets in 2 weeks.
You lost your mind when you lost your mom, but you go on, determined to find your beautiful, messy way.
You pushed a baby out with nothing to numb the pain but water and breath.
You're a physician. You can fit 2 fingers between the gap in your abdomen muscles, and it kills you.
Your second baby is due Saturday, and today you wore your bikini to let your belly soak up the sun and play in the splash pool with your toddler. You hate your thighs.
This is for the 50-year-old mom who looks back at pictures of her 30-something year old postpartum body and says "Damn, I looked good, and I didn't even know it."
This is for my husband, my neighbors, and even Facebook. Judge me, envy me, approve of me, ridicule me, turn your head...whatever.
This is for the moms, and this is for me.
And I have this vision. What if all the moms dared to bare their bellies? What if instead of going to websites with pictures of strangers baring their postpartum bodies, we could see each other happy and comfortable in our own skin at whatever stage of motherhood in which we find ourselves.
I know, there's modesty. There's cultural norms. But today there was the sun, and a cookout on my back porch, and an invitation to don my bikini. And so, I got inspired. I got comfortable. I got bold. Care to join me?