I wonder if I am the only mother who looks at my thunder thighs in the mirror and wishes they will go back to pre-child days. I know I’m not. Yet I feel rather alone in the bathroom with no company except my cellulite.
I know we have this never ending airbrushed image of perfection portrayed in the media blah blah. That it tears us real women down blah blah blah. That society is sexualized blah blah blah. All that rot. But I don’t feel the need to compare to that pretend perfection on the TV. I don’t have cable. I don’t need to see my husband’s issue of Sports Illustrated and feel disgusted with myself. We’re too cheap for magazines. All I see are the pictures of my young pre-baby self, and I’m immediately hanging my head in shame!
I don’t think its fair to blame it on the fashion industry, the entertainment world, or Hugh Hefner. We are human! We wish to be young! Men’s eyes are drawn aside by young pretty women (hopefully only momentarily, and then they snap back to Dorothy over here toting all 4 kids with her hair all crazy, her shirt all crooked, with number 5 strapped to her front and her nonexistent makeup, and say proudly: “Thats my wife, who had my children, supports and loves me in practically all I do, and is an amazing woman to boot, and I’m the lucky man to have her to myself.”)
I think we just miss who we were when we were young and beautiful, and childbirth hadn’t ravaged our bodies.
So, I’m motivated enough to try and change my ways, eat healthier, be healthier, run and train. But I’m also realistic. I know I won’t look like I did when I was 18. Aren’t we all too hard on ourselves ladies? Yeah, we might need to take care of our bodies, yeah we need to be healthy women, yeah it might improve our appearance, but why on earth do we pine for something we can’t have again?
Because we’re human.
So go, get healthy. Be healthy, take care of your body. But bear those stretchmarks, those wider hips, as scars of battle. Be proud of what you’ve done, bringing children into the world. Thats a tough thing to do! Know that your husband values you. For all of his ideas of me losing weight, one thing my husband has always said is “I love you because you’re who you are, not because of how you look. I want you to be healthy, not plastic.”
So lets not pine over that, shall we? Lets be proud we’re Moms, and add to that a sense of accomplishment to have the strength to work towards being healthy and taking care of ourselves on top of everything we already do, even when we’re ready to drop dead just from being a Mom.
I for one am not going to let an unfulfillable wish to look 17 and perky again destroy my pride in having the guts to take charge of my health as I’ve never done before. Youth is overrated, and maturity undervalued.
I’m kicking butt and taking names, with 3 kids (under 5) in tow. I dare the local homecoming queen to top THAT in guts and glory! Booyah!