I’ve been doing my best to check social media only once a day. Mainly because mindless scrolling is not only a huge time-waster for me, but also because it feeds my anxiety. I’ve been mostly doing a good job of this, and I’m definitely noticing a difference in my mood and my productivity– highly recommend if you’re also finding yourself in a bit of a funk.
Anyway, part of my daily check is looking at my Facebook “memories” because I’m a sucker for nostalgia, especially now that I’m a mom. Two years ago today, I was 5 months postpartum with my first daughter. We were entering swimsuit season, and I decided to go to a pool party in one of my bikinis, despite feeling self-conscious about my new mom bod.
Somebody at this party made a less-than-kind comment about the way that I looked, and at first, I was crushed. I felt ashamed and like I maybe shouldn’t have even gotten into the pool in the first place.
But then I looked at my daughter. I imagined her twenty-some-odd years down the road. I imagined what I might tell her if she were in my shoes. And it definitely wasn’t what I was saying to myself in that moment.
Then I got angry. At first, my anger was directed at the person who made the comment, but then it blossomed into righteous anger at an entire system that benefits from people, namely women, feeling hatred for their bodies. Two years ago today, that anger pushed me to write this poem:
My body
Created human life
From scratch
With love
.
My body
Alone
Nourishes and sustains
That human life.
.
My body
Is proudly polka-dotted
With stretch marks,
Tiger stripes
.
My body:
A little more to love,
A little more to handle
Love handles
.
My body
Will not be a roadblock,
A red light to
Making memories
.
My body
Will not tolerate
One ounce of self-hate,
No sliver of shame
.
My body
Is a miracle,
Made
A miracle
.
My body
Is a celebration
Of life
And love
.
My body
Will be loved
So my daughter
Can one day feel
Free to love
Her body.
And after having two babies in two years, I really needed to see that. Despite all the work I do to try to love my body as it is, doubt creeps up often. When I see pictures of myself, my first thought is sometimes: “Oh, gosh, look at my double-chin.” I feel self-conscious about my belly, about my clothing sizes, about my body that is now the biggest it’s ever been, despite the fact that I now eat more nutritiously and move my body more than I ever have in the past.
Still, I will continue to do the work. I will continue to live and love myself inside this body. I will continue to make memories with my babies even when my body doesn’t conform to societal expectations. Because I needed that role model, and I’m going to strive to be that role model for my girls.