~ Three weeks of post partum bellies~
Just like that my body is slowly returning back to what it was... This time a bit more stretched, worn out and bouncy. The first time I was fucking mortified. I loved what my body had done but I think due to the birth I’d had I just couldn’t love my body as I felt it had let me down. So every stretch mark, scar and flabby bit was a reminder of... How shit my body was. It’s painful to even describe my body like that but at the time that was my mentality. A failure. Disgusting. Then you throw in some birth trauma and PTSD and the idea of intimacy and touch becomes a recipe for a flashback. I look at these photos, and the difference between 3 photos each a week a part and I’m amazed. The first one was the shower I had only 9 hours after Otis came Earthside, the second a week later, and the third a few days ago. I still have what they call a c-section shelf, old stretch marks and new but look at it?! Look at this body and what it has done. Housing two babies, birthing them and nourishing them. All while nourishing my own needs as well! What an incredible thing. I want to love this body with each and every inch of my being for what it has done and what it is capable of doing. Can I do that? Some days I would probably say no. But I’m working on loving it each and every day. Stroking each stretch mark, breathing in each breath, touching my face and admiring my hands... Each little step is a step towards falling in love with my body for what it is EVERY SINGLE DAY. Not just some days. You are a legend body and sometimes I wish I could just kiss you all over because you deserve it.
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