everything that’s been something has been an easy adjustment because I simply don’t care. Things have changed and I flow with them. My body isn’t the same, I allow her to be how she is. I see online, mommas showing the “ugly” of pregnancy and birth and everything before and after that. Showing “this is what it can look like” and I love them for trying to show us that anything goes and we should love it either way.

For me – I dont need moms to show me what a postpartum body looks like in hospital undies and a massive pad. I dont need to see her because I see me. I see what it looks like because I am literally walking proof of what it looks like, for me. And that is all that matters. I see what postpartum looks like and i am not trying to change one simple thing about it. I don’t need to feel validated by what I have become, because I allow it to be, despite what the appearance is or how we might label it.. especially how we might label it.

I just looked at myself in the mirror; wearing my pumping bra with little slits that looks like an awkward Halloween costume for my boobs, peekaboobs (hah). my tummy has not returned back to what it was and it’s still soft and mushy. do I care? not at all. Like its been just over 2 weeks since I literally pushed a human out of that now hollow space. I say its my time to give myself some time and grace to look like this version of myself and not care. In fact, I love it, I can play and poke my soft gooey tummy and just own it. No matter my feelings, it wouldn’t change reality anyway so why try?

The things I dont care about are the look. I will always feed and nourish my body because I care and I love what it is producing for our little girl back at the hospital. I am loving my body with the food I eat and the love and kind words I put into her. I am loving my body by allowing my body to be what it is. I dont care if its soft, mushy, breaking out with some acne, has stretch marks;I just take care of her no matter what.

Part of taking care of my body is to allow it to be what it is. The seasons are always changing and this new season of my life required my body to make incredible transformations. It’s the least I can do, as the soul that occupies this body, to love and give it time to evolve and mold into this new version of myself I have never been before.

Its beautiful.

We don’t need to label it any other way.

There is no such thing as “good” or “bad” in Postpartum or anytime for that matter. It all just is if you allow it to be just that.

Love it with no conditions. Honour it and respect it for what its done. We don’t have room to care, just room to let it be.

Thanks for reading,

Shelby.