This article is for the mothers that have recently endured the blissful moments of childbirth. We still try to see what we can still fit into, especially a good pair of jeans. Our bodies go through alot but we are wonderful no matter what size shoe we wear. Stay looking good and feeling good!
This is dedicated to the mothers all over the world who still sing in the bathroom mirror and dance around the living room. We find ourselves after having our beautiful little ones trying to fit in those old I got it going on jeans and shoving our feet into those petite size 5 pumps, when we know we’ve evolved physically and mentally.
After having four children massive labors weight gain and the obvious postpartum fifty one fifty crisis stage, I began to look at myself and wonder can I still do the same little things I used to do like breaking it down on the dance floor aka “ drop it like it’s hot”. My answer to that question was back pain served with “oh my God did I just split my jeans!” I immediately pondered what else about me has changed since I jumped aboard the mommy wagon.
During the Monday through Friday school week day I am checking on my kids cooking dinner going to meetings cleaning laundry until this one particular evening I attended a meeting with my mother. My mother this fifty two year caramel flawless skin woman, eyes like pennies swallowed in honey turns to me and says, “You look like someone’s grandmother baby”. My jaw dropped this coming from the woman who is my children’s grandmother was the biggest insult to me ever.
I went home took a long hot shower played Jill Scott and began to do a long observation on my body. I am firm believer that ever woman gets out of the bath or shower takes at least five to ten minutes to see if sofa and the love seat are closely together not separated to far not dangling like a pair of socks on a wire hanger. In those five to ten minutes you instantly transform into this archeologist searching in the tomb of the unknown aka “My Body”. Looking at what used to be there wondering how those love handles got there and thinking oh my God my mother wasn’t lying! Well that same day I made a decision I can not change who Iam but only love my flaws and imperfections. I went shopping tried on my first pair of jeans.
Trying on my first pair was a long drawn out metamorphosis. The dressing room seemed too small. I felt like a Twinkie in a Hostess package. As I began to try on this pair of jeans the song “I’M EVER WOMAN “by Chaka Kahn came started to play and I suddenly felt this empowering moment reaching from the heavens voice of all women kind chanting me “ They will fit , They will fit”. I took a deep breath sucked in my love tummy and began to try on the jeans. It was war I tugged and bent pulled and stretched, I turned toward the mirror and notice I was Linda Blair from the Exorcist they didn’t fit.
I was not leaving without a pair of jeans that suited my body. After two and half hours I found them women kind was clapping and congratulating me in applause. I took my bow and purchase my new Brand new pair of jeans. I went home lit some candles played Otis Redding’s “ I’VE BEEN LOVING YOU A LITTLE TO LONG TO STOP NOW” grabbed my old pair of blue jeans embraced them for the very last time and bid them farewell. I tossed them into plastic white heavy duty bag and tied the ends into hard knot and tossed them into trash can. I blew out the candles strutted around my living room in my new designer jeans. I went to the bathroom and took a long hard look at myself in the mirror and began to dance. I danced just to dance this time, and I didn’t need any theme music. I felt good about myself I felt a sense of inner peace blossoming inside of me. Loving yourself whether you’re fat or skinny or in-between should never be difficult. We are all beautiful and I don’t believe God wanted us all the same. Having kids does change a lot things but it has never made me regret giving birth to my loving children. I created a letter to myself. The letter goes…
Dear Meshell,
You are beautiful intelligent and sexy young woman. Real women and real mothers are attractive, not because of body weight or appearance because their heart is only to love and to nurture the ones they hold so dearly. Real women sacrifice in order to do what’s in the best interest of their family even if they seldom neglect themselves. When you get out of the shower or bath each and ever time look toward that mirror and smile tell yourself “ I am Beautiful “ and wink one time. Continue to dance in the living room and enjoy who you are, because you are as young as you feel. Accept your size 9 shoes size and the body you have. Do not make any kind of observation! Be the Queen you are solely made to be. Take a pen jot down something positive to yourself everyday. Treat yourself to a mommy day spa treatment get your hair and nails done do something adventurous. Honor this letter and you’ll be just fine.
Sincerely,
Meshell
I have decided to stop envying women on television so little and petite because I am just as gorgeous as they are. I have accepted myself my body and I love who I am inside, although my breast aren’t what they use to be I’m still the same woman just a little more sexier and wiser in age. Change isn’t all that bad unless you make bigger than what it really is. I promise the next time I am getting out of the shower to smile and wink one good time and say “Hello Beautiful”.
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