As I embrace the passage of time, I’ve noticed my body changing in ways I never anticipated. My backside has become wider and flatter—perhaps a side effect of too much time spent online—and my hands are starting to show signs of age. To my surprise, my bust has shrunk even more than I thought possible. Occasionally, I spot a grey hair, and the fine lines on my face have become more pronounced over the years. After enjoying the generous size of my breasts during nursing, coming to terms with their current state has been a struggle. I don’t consider myself unattractive, but the compliments have certainly dwindled. It’s not often that someone stops me to ask, “How you doin’?”
Nevertheless, I’m content with my appearance. Despite not being as active as I would like, I’ve learned to appreciate how I look. Motherhood has transformed my self-image for the better, and I find myself feeling more at ease in my mid-thirties. Here are ten ways having kids has enhanced my body image:
- While my partner is at work and I’m managing my three-year-old and five-year-old, I feel like the strongest, fastest, and tallest person in the house. This is a stark contrast to my previous self-image, and I revel in my newfound sense of dominance. I might not be the smartest in the room, but I can certainly outsmart my preschoolers in a trivia game.
- For years, I’ve struggled with my pear-shaped figure. However, seeing my daughter, a miniature version of myself, makes me realize that I’ve been too hard on my body. If she is perfect just the way she is, then so must I be. I am exactly how I was created—by a higher power and perhaps a little bit of chocolate.
- The scars, stretch marks, and loose skin that come with motherhood are like the unique artwork of my journey. They may not be the idealized version of beauty, but they tell a story that deserves admiration.
- My body has nurtured life, and that is a source of pride. Even if my breasts resemble those of an aging dog, they served a purpose, and that’s what truly matters.
- For the past six years, my hair has been in a constant ponytail. When I finally treat myself to a fresh haircut, I walk around with the confidence of someone strutting down a runway. A good haircut has transitioned from being a nice touch to the best gift I give myself.
- Although I’ve never been a fan of heels—appreciating their aesthetic but not their comfort—I’ve embraced my casual style as a mom. My work attire has transformed into playdate outfits, and my heels now reside untouched in my closet.
- My kids shower me with compliments like “You’re so cuddly” and “You give the best hugs.” When I playfully inquire about what my son’s friends think of me, he simply states, “Every kid thinks their mom is the best.” It fills me with warmth, and I can’t help but hug him tighter, even if he begs me to stop.
- My daughter is a constant source of affirmation, cheering me on with statements like, “You look pretty, Mom,” and “You make the best soup!” Even if I’m competing against myself, it feels like a victory.
- Since my daughter is still young enough to see me as a doppelgänger to any brunette celebrity, I often leave fashion magazines around for her to point out the “look-alikes.” Instant confidence boost!
- Surrounded by love, my children accept my imperfections as part of who I am. My partner respects and adores me, and the attraction is still very much alive.
Despite the changes my body has undergone over the past six years, my self-esteem has blossomed in ways I never expected.
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Summary: Motherhood has uniquely transformed my body image, allowing me to embrace my flaws and appreciate my strength. I’ve learned to love myself more deeply, thanks to the unconditional love from my children and partner. The journey of self-acceptance has made me realize that my worth extends beyond physical appearance.