We all want the very best for our children, but it’s impossible to do everything right all the time. Admitting that is freeing – and it’s also encouraging to other moms in the midst of intense seasons. That’s the idea behind our Monday Mom Confessions and we’d love for you to join us – share your own confession in the comments below! Let’s throw off the weight of perfection and get real around here!
Yes, I said it. And honestly, yes, I hate the word fat. I usually prefer the words curvy, voluptuous or just plain gorgeous. But I’m using this word to make a point, one I hope you’ll appreciate.
Let me start by setting the record straight—however much I’ve wanted it to not be true, I haven’t exactly been skinny since my senior year of college. And while I reminisce over photos where I can’t believe how thin I used to be, at the time I was always a little bigger than the rest of my friends.
I was just made with a little more to go around.
Like most women I’ve met, I wasn’t okay with that. But now, looking back, I can see how crazy my insecurity was. I’d truly love the opportunity to go back to the size I used to be when I first started thinking I was fat. I think a lot of us feel that way.
I remember the sheer bliss I felt being pregnant. Not because pregnancy was easy, but because for once I couldn’t be held accountable for my weight. I mean, for goodness’ sake, I had a baby growing inside of my body! But that baby is now out, it’s been almost two years, and I have no excuses left.
In my first year of being a mom, I would just use that as an excuse.
“I’m a new mom,” I’d say, “I’m so busy with this baby that I haven’t had time to get off the baby weight yet.”
As you can imagine, that excuse gets older as the baby gets older. So here I am at the same weight I was in my late pregnancy, and I’ve decided I’m tired of being ashamed of it.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve done P90X, eaten only 1,700 calories a day and tried all sorts of other tactics to get back into shape but, for some reason, I see no results. This leads to me giving up and hating what I’ve become. But is that really fair?
I’ve decided that it isn’t. I work full time, and take care of my family when I get home. I eat healthy (most of the time) and, while I don’t do a strict workout every day, I’m pretty active. Plus, I’m really the only one beating myself up for how I look. My husband’s been encouraging and there really aren’t many other people besides him whose opinion truly matters.
So while I’ll keep trying to live a healthy lifestyle and take care of my body, I’m going to cut myself a break and be okay with who I am now. My body is the result of a beautiful miracle that I wouldn’t trade for anything. For now, I choose to be okay with being the fat mom because, frankly, I’m drop dead gorgeous to my family.
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