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I found a picture of myself the other day. I mean, like a real, hold in your hand, probably had to wait two days for it to get processed, accidentally spill water on it and it’s ruined, genuine printed on paper, photograph. It was of me, in a bikini taken down at the beach. I would have been no older than 18. I looked so carefree. I was pretty, wrinkle free and well, young. And yet, I distinctly remember at the time that I couldn’t have disliked my body more. I was obsessed with exercise, eating little and socially awkward due to my perceived “fat” body.
Fast forward 20 years and it’s the old adage, if only I knew then what I know now. I should have embraced my genetic luck because after three babies, my luck kind of ran out.
At almost 37 years of age and three babies, my body has been stretched, torn (don’t dwell on why) managed to grow some AMAZING boobs, (only to have them cruelly snatched away), developed an unreasonably large backside, shrunk and generally changed shape more times than I care to remember.
I struggle to talk about what I love about my body. How does one write something like that without sounding totally into themselves? I’ve never actually sat down to positively acknowledge any part of my body before. I mean, I know the bits I’m not particularly fond of. The mole on my chin that seems to grow a single, solitary gigantic black hair at an alarming rate, yeah that rates high on my list of ‘don’t like so much’. I once would have told you my belly button was a bit of a fave, but since it’s been inside out three times, it looks more like an upside down smiley face and is now rather unattractive.
So what then, do I love about my body? Well, I love that my body has afforded me the luxury to not only carry, but birth three children. That it has remained healthy thus far. Oh, and if I can be totally self- indulgent for a moment, I like my nose. I think it’s the one part of me that doesn’t quite fit right, yet it distinguishes me.
If I’m honest, I like my body a lot more than I did all those years ago, when I was a young, pretty girl on the beach in a bikini. At 37, I’m much older, have many more wrinkles, lumps, bumps and I’ll be honest, pretty creepy feet, yet I’m so much happier than I was way back then. Because I’ve attained the one thing I couldn’t at the time – self- esteem.
For the body like mine, that changes shape and sometimes needs a little, er help I’m pretty grateful when I hear about jeans that are made to fit the body that lives as much as mine. The new Speciality Denim range from Jeanswest.has every angle covered with the Buttlifter,the Curve Embracer, a range of maternity jeans, men’s long and extra long jeans, short and petite jeans, tummy trimmer jeans and women’s long and extra long jeans.
Tall, short, pregnant, post baby, big or small, they have the perfect jean design for you. Designed to give you confidence. Check out the details on the Jeanswest site here.
And the best news of all? Jeanswest are giving away 20 pairs of their Speciality Denim range.
Just tell us what you love about your body. The 20 comments with the most thumbs up will win a pair of jeans of their choice.
You have to be a Mamamia Member to win (you can sign up here if you haven’t already). The winners will be contacted after the competition closes on Thursday 26 April at 5pm AEST.
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So what do you love about your body and why?
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Just wondering when the jeans will be sent? x
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Yippee! Thankyou Mamamia and thankyou to all all my friends that clicked!
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Have winners been notified yet, as I haven’t heard anything and I’m pretty sure I was a winner.
Thanks.
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You guys are absolute champs! I never win anything and now I have a pair of jeans coming my way! Thanks so much
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Thankyou so much Mamamia, just what my wardrobe needs…can’t wait to get my new pair of jeanswest jeans!
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When do the winners get notified? Pretty sure I am one!
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Woohoo!! I’m going jeans shopping!! Thanks MamaMia and Jeanswest!
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My tootsies!!!
I’ve never been a slave to fashion and have always refused to cram my feet into stupidly tight shoes. Despite my 5’2″ height, I have always managed to find heels that are comfy – and cute.
A new pair of Jeanswest jeans would allow my “mint condition” tootsies a chance to shine!
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I proudly showed a similar awesome photo of myself in a floral bikini at my 40th a few weeks ago! I told one friend that I was proud to show my 21 year old body to everyone, and he replied “You still look amazing, and you’ve still got great tits!” (well it was late in the night:)
This all reminded me that I do love my body!!
I love that my boobs are so much bigger than they were in Year 9 when I got teased at school for not wearing a bra. Sure, they nearly knock me out when I run, but my little Mia is enjoying her milk from them as I type this at 3am
I love my long legs, and how my height gives me the best view at concerts and I can help heaps of people at the Supermarket!
I love that my long arms look amazing, and are a great defense at Netball!
I love that my husband still shows me his sexy smile every time I walk out of the shower.
I joined the gym yesterday, and it wasn’t until I turned around at the end of my class that a school Mum recognised me. “You have such a slim waist, why do you hide it under baggy clothes everyday?” Well I try to hide that my tummy that has held 3 children isn’t as flat as it was when I was 21. Today I am going to show off my waist, and my curves, and the rest of my amazing body and be proud of what my body and I have enjoyed over the last 40 years!
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I love my boobs. I’m so proud of them because they don’t look like two soggy teabags yet! And my legs. They only have one squiggly purple vein! *high fives self*
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I love that my body is unique enough that it has produced 4 beautiful children, all perfect in their own special way. My body has carried them, brought them into this world, nourished them, held them and kissed them, this body…MY body is the only one I could ever want or need.
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I love my body because the scars, blacks and blues on it have stories of their own, these experiences mould me into the person I am. I accept each and every blemish, I like and embrace them because they make me human. I’m fond of the layer of fat that lines my body, it reminds me it’s okay to be soft sometimes and it’s comforting to know I’m not too harsh on myself.
As long as I’m healthy, I don’t care how my body looks – looks are temporary. Inner beauty is eternal. Lastly, I happily accept what my mother and father gave me, the best gift of all – life.
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I was a very skinny teenager and just could not put on weight and I hated it. I’m now 50 and a little bit overweight in certain areas but I love it. I feel much more womanly and confident these days.
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I love that I’m 55 and still look hot in jeans! I can still fit into the same size jeans as when I was in my 20′s but the skin is saggier & not as toned as when I was young, so I would love a pair of Buttlifter jeans from Jeanswest. I have a few pairs of jeans from Jeanswest so I already know that they fit me best!
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I love my body !!! I feel very comfortable in it now. When I was younger I was very thin and lanky. As I have gotten older it has filled out. I love my legs, long and lean and have been blessed!!
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I love my body, because its carried me for 51 years. It has a distinct look n shouts come here for a snuggly hug. Its soft and feminine and I am proud of it.
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I love that every stretchmark is a unique story shared between me and my 3 babies. That my hips are womanly and are suited to me. That looking at myself knowing that while I’m not a supermodel Iam comfortable to a reasonable level without being self absorbed.
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I love that my body has nutured and grown two beautiful babies and it has given me the ability to travel, work and have a fantastic life!
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I love my body though it’s far from perfect. I have stretch marks, cellulite and freckles from a misspent youth. It’s been fat, thin and fat again, had babies and run a mile or two. It’s lazed in hammocks, boxercised and walked a thousand kilometres around countless shopping centres. I’ve gazed at it in the mirror and wished it was more like Elle MacPherson’s many times but in the end, my body is all mine. It has been on this wild ride with me called life and its imperfections tell the story of my journey.
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I love my boobs. I really don’t want to lose them – to the point sometimes I back off in aerobics lessons so as not to “burn” too much from my blessed area!!!
And it doesn’t matter how low they sink… because a good bra will always hitch those puppies up again!!!
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I am happy with my body, I love my toned arms, bright eyes, lashes, lips and legs….:)
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I love that all my lumps, bumps, scars and spots tell the story of my life representing the best times and the worst times
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I love that my body belongs to me and I am in control of it, I am grateful for being healthy and I don’t stress too much about my many imperfections
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I love that my body still lets me have a run around playing soccer or cricket with my mates. After rolled ankles, unfitness, and plain old blokey laziness, it still gets through a 60 minute casual soccer game… just
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I love that my body, although short, chubby and saggy, is healthy and has seen me through an operation yesterday, and remains a soft place for children to snuggle up to. It contains a strong, but soft heart, and that is what really matters.
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I love that my body has carried my 2 healthy sons, and despite not always treating my body as well as I should, it is mine, it is unique and most importantly, I am healthy.
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But I DO love my eyebrows. I like to raise them at people – colleagues, husband, son and friends in anger, amusement, disbelief, rage….
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I love my body because it helped create 2 children 10 p and ( p, took me on a wild loop of Hodgkin’s Disease, helped create another miracle 10p5oz treasure and I can still dance to Leo Sayer’s Music.
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I love that despite being crippled with arthritis at just-shy-of-30, my body (mostly) does what I need to do to get through the day, as long as I reward it with a good sleep and good nutrition. Even though it’s a little knobbly and deformed in spots, it’s still my body and quite a miraculous one at that… and it’s certainly unique!
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I love my body because it has created a beautiful daughter that will go onto conquer the world.
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I love my body because it’s healthy, it is flexible enough to do Yoga, strong and energetic enough to dance and be silly, it is cuddly enough to embrace the ones I love, and it allows me to be and do what I love. On top of that I have amazing dark navvy blue eyes!
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I love my eyes. They show everything I’m feeling and let family and friends know I value them. I love my lips. They are soft and full, but mostly I love how they feel when pressed against my kids cheeks and hair. I love my arms. They fit all the way around my kids and nearly all the way around my friends. Hugging is the best skill they have. I love my boobs. It’s like a little drinks tray I can balance a glass on! I love my belly – especially when it’s full of laughter. Is there anything better than the hugest belly laugh? I love my legs. They keep me dancing and when the chips are down and I’m not sure I have the strength to keep on going – they pick up the beat of music I hear and the next thing I know I feel good again. I love my toes. I love squelching them in sand and in deep shaggy carpet. If my body is a temple – then mine may be a slightly used temple with a few cracks appearing, but I think it’s still worth worshipping at.
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I love my smile.
I have a large front gap, which I used to hate with all my body.
never smiled, always did a strange closed mouth pout thing.
I never wore lipstick or anything that would make people look at my lips.
Now, with the confidence I have built over time
I smile constantly.
Flaws are what makes us beautiful
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I love my body just because it’s the only one I’ve got so I may as well. I never really give it that much thought to be honest. Finding jeans that actually fit my bootaaaay in is always a mission and a half though, so if these bad boys can do that a free pair would be swell.
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I love that my body is healthy, fit and strong.
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When I was 15, a boy at high school told me I looked like a chipmunk when I wore my hair in a tight ponytail… I’m now 31, my hair has never been worn like that since but I’ve come to love my unique facial features that somehow make me resemble a small forest rodent.
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No offence intended to anyone but it would be nice if there was a competition on mamamia for once where the winners weren’t chosen by likes. It’s always the people with the sad or struggling stories that are going to win (I vote for these people too). Maybe us normal folk could have a chance too?
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the Story with the most likes is not a sad one at all.
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I love my leg bones. They have broken easily, twice, and I’ve spent a lot of time on crutches, limping and in rehab, but they’ve healed and now I can do more than ever before. I particularly love my recently broken ankle because although it has pins and plates holding it together, I just got enough flexibility back in the last two weeks to allow me to tap dance in a show in May and June which is a lifelong dream come true.
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I love my legs. I love that they can help me run 5 whole kilometres! I love that they can help me catch my wildling two and a half year old daughter in the shopping centre or before she escapes any park that isn’t fenced and I love that they cart around my flabby post two kids belly all day and barely ever complain. I love them.
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I love my body that I’ve worked hard to love over the past 12 months. After 12 months of bootcamp up to 4 times a week (sometimes 2 sessions a day), a 12 hour bootcamp, tough mudder, and lots of injuries I’ve dropped 13kgs and a couple of jeans sizes. I’m fitter, stronger, leaner and healthier than I’ve ever been and I love it that I can walk into a shop and be happy to try things on.
The only thing I don’t like about is that now all my clothes (and my favourite jeans) are all too big!
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I love my body for giving me 4 children. I love my mouth as it is still smiling
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I love that my partner finds my body more comfortable than a pillow, I love that my arms fit perfectly around my niece, I love that when I look in the mirror I see my mums skin, my dads feet and the threat of my brothers freckles if I stop with the suncare. I love that one day my body will (hopefully) allow me to make my own family. And my legs aren’t bad either :p
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I love this!
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I love my skin! Despite rarely moisturising, it is rarely ever dry…it is smooth as silk and pale as the moon. And because of my beautiful skin, I don’t look a day over 16…I am 27 in August. I also think the fact that my eyes changing colour on a daily basis is pretty damn cool
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Life is way to short to live it in the same shaped body. I want to grow, change and evolve. I try to embrace the body I am in whatever part of my life: fat, skinny, young, old, toned or flabby – each stage is unique and makes me me.
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I loved loved loved this post! The stunning pic of you drew me in and then the words almost brought a tear to my eye! I can relate – what we all wish we knew then – I am comfortable in my body and about to become pregnant with my first child at 36 years old – I love the fact that I am completely happy with the way that I am!
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Every time my husband tells me how much he loves every bit of me and every inch of my body, I feel like a supermodel and love my body too.
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What do I love about my body? The fact that, despite everything I throw at it, it just keeps going on. 4 babies, 4 caesarians, sporadic bouts of exercise, far too much chocolate and not enough sleep and yet my body carries me through each day. It’s not perfect, and I’m starting to value it more and treat it more kindly. But it soldiers on. Everyday.
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This was said to me by a stranger in a lift. “I couldn’t possibly handle looking like you. You look hideous.”
It says a lot about them really.
Personally, I am happy with my body. I may be red and scaly and oily and a bit confronting looking, but I think I am beautiful and have a good, petite size 10 figure.
I love my smile, stomach, cleavage and fingernails
My legs are also quite sexy in heels. And I actually love that my skin renews so quickly I never look old
People assume that I’m not comfortable with having my photo taken (and at times, have not been comfortable with appearing in a photo with me). They assume that looking the way I do is a burden (forgetting that the burden is actually the pain of the condition). But really, I am more body confident than so many.
Bern you look amazing
Back then and now.
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I really admire you Carly, you have a great attitude.
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Thank you so very much
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Great post Carly.
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you do have a beautiful smile .That person must have been the devil himself.
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Thanks so much xx
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My ovaries for making the egg that became my beautiful daughter, my uterus for keeping her safe while she grew inside me, my breasts for feeding her and my arms for cuddling her!
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What do I love about my body?
I love that my body is alive. Because if it weren’t I’d be dead
And we all know that life is short and too precious to waste. Working with preschool aged children every day has shown me that our bodies are a wonder. Little kids are amazed by the things that their bodies can do every single day… how quickly we tend forget and take things for granted.
But every morning when I walk into the room and the kids immediately squeal my name and run over and throw themselves at me for a hug, I realise how wonderous it is to be alive, and to see and feel and create joy. My body has given me that gift – life.
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