When I look in the mirror I don’t see me… I see a worn out momma.
I’ve been struggling as I adjust to my new role of mom. Constantly feeling like I’m having some kind of identity crisis.
Before the baby I was slim, on time, fully dressed/coordinated and even wore makeup. Looking back… I felt GOOD!!!
It’s hard to walk past a mirror and not recognize myself.
I’m learning to dress my new body. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that my old favorite pair of jeans may never fit again. I’ve perfected the messy bun and I have one whole drawer dedicated to yoga pants.
My hair is the longest it’s ever been (thank you prenatal vitamins) but it’s falling out like crazy.
My body is sore from growing and birthing a human, my joints ache from rocking him and carrying him all the time and from crawling around on the ground playing.
My eyes have dark circles from the late nights. My face is fuller and the double chin hasn’t gone away yet.
My boobs are saggy and have stretch marks.
My stomach has a kangaroo pouch of skin that may never go away and my thighs have spider veins that look like a treasure map.
They say being a mom is hard but you never really know what that means until you live it. It’s so much more than “hard”.
I LOVE being a mom. I want to love my body. I want my son to see me at my best.
Stay tuned as I share all the tips and tricks I learn as I try to get back on track!