This is an ode to the mom bod.
The bod that created and carried a baby for 9 (nearly 10) months.
The bod that stretched and ached and swelled.
The bod that went through hours of painful labor.
The bod that eventually delivered (be it vaginally or surgically) a baby.
The bod that gained pound upon pound to nourish the life growing within it.
The bod that postpartum will bleed and ache and force you into granny panties and maxi pads, all while you learn how to be a mom.
The bod that will go without sleep, night after night, and possibly a meal here and there as it nurtures and loves that sweet babe.
The bod that doesn’t think of it’s own comfort but gladly gives of itself to feed that babe, be it breast milk or formula.
This is the bod of a rock star woman.
A woman that deserves to be told that she is amazing, and capable and beautiful.
That bod is gorgeous, even with a few extra pounds and stretch marks.
That bod deserves leggings whenever it wants, coffee whenever it asks and that chocolate from Trader Joes.
This bod made you a momma, so own it, love it, and stop wishing away those completely perfect imperfections.