One of my dearest friends in the whole world gave birth to her first baby earlier this year.
She’s truly one of the smartest and most capable women I know. She’s kind, and generous, and she has a wicked sense of humour.
She is also physically very very beautiful, like, cover of Vogue Magazine beautiful.
And yet she is struggling to come to grips with the changes in her body. Her beautiful body, that grew a beautiful baby, that laboured and birthed, that breastfed.
I wish she could see what the rest of us see when we look at her, a wonderful awesome (as in, inspires awe) woman.
Of course, my dear friend is not alone.
It's hard for many of us to come to grips with our post baby bodies. That's not a surprise, given the propensity of tabloid media to feature women who miraculously snap back to shape three hours after giving birth. (Okay, I'm being unreasonable. Three days then.)