Stretch marks, loose skin, extra weight, sagging breasts—these are what many might notice. But for me, there is so much more beneath the surface.
My body has nurtured and brought three beautiful children into this world; it has cared for them every single day. My body has weathered the heart-wrenching pain of loss, and it has faced tremendous physical challenges. My body has triumphed.
When I gaze at my body, I see a reflection of maternal love, extraordinary strength, and unwavering resolve.
Prior to welcoming my first child, I battled body dysmorphia and disordered eating that first took hold in my teenage years. I vividly remember the rush of love and pride I felt the day my son, Leo, entered the world. As I held his tiny form, I realized that I, too, was reborn that day. He became my everything, my reason for being, the light of my life—and it was my body that brought him into existence.
This moment transformed my perception entirely. I understood then that my body wasn’t merely an ornament; it was an instrument. Although it may seem like a simple epiphany, after years of societal conditioning, I had never fully appreciated my body’s power.
My body did precisely what it was meant to do—bring my child into this world. The body I had once tried to shrink to fit society’s narrow standards of beauty was capable of so much more than I had imagined. Now, my body tells the story of the greatest adventure of my life.
With my children now 3 and 1, I find myself often at home in my underwear, without a hint of embarrassment. I’m proud to say they have never heard me utter a negative word about my body or anyone else’s.
It’s vital for me that my children witness my acceptance and love for myself as I am. In doing this, I grant them permission to embrace themselves just the same. And the truth is, my kids don’t care about my flaws or imperfections. They are more concerned about whether I’m joining them in the water at the beach, snuggling them to sleep, remembering their favorite juice at the store, or letting them help with pancake batter. They simply want to be with me.
My body nurtures, nourishes, bathes, wipes away their tears, lifts them high like superheroes, and conveys the love I hold for them in my heart and soul. My body is their sanctuary. It’s my sanctuary as well.
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In summary, our bodies are not mere decorations but powerful instruments that tell a story of love, resilience, and nurturing. By embracing ourselves, we empower our children to do the same, creating a cycle of self-love and acceptance.