When you look at me, you might see that I have a little extra weight around my middle.
You might see that I don’t fit society’s idea of beautiful seeing as how I’m not “thin.”
You might see that I could stand to tone up and even lose some weight.
But what’s most important is what you don’t see.
You don’t see the belly that carried my son for nine months. That kept him safe and warm until he was ready to be earth side.
You don’t see the spot that my son was first laid the very moment we heard his magical coos and cries.
Sure, if I ever get the nerve to wear a bikini again or a stomach-baring shirt you might see my extensive stretch marks, but what you won’t see is how my body miraculously changed to allow a tiny life to grow.
You might see skin that has lost its elasticity, but what you won’t see is how my softer belly has provided comfort to my child for the first two years of his life.
You might assume that I’ve “let myself go” because I’m not back to my pre-baby body, but what you don’t see is how I’ve put the needs of my son above my own wants.
What you don’t, won’t, or can’t see is that although I’m not who I was, I’m better. I’m stronger, happier, softer, kinder, and more contented.
My new found “flaws” were the price I most willingly paid so that I could spend everyday with my incredible son.
What you see at first glance will NEVER reflect me or my story. I’m so much more.