A few days ago, reading the newspaper online, I came across an article featuring Rebecca Judd’s latest snap on Instagram. Judd is a Melbourne TV personality and the wife of former AFL player Chris Judd.
Her selfie showed her in a striped T-shirt and a black blazer, apparently by Balmain. She looked great.
She was also very, very skinny.
Miraculously skinny seeing she had given birth to twins 11 days previously.
Hey guys- for those who don’t yet, please make sure to watch my Instagram stories along the top scroll bar of the home page. I will be posting way more images and videos over there (like this pic from this morning). Wearing @soonmaternity jeans (I may just live in these forever- so comfy), @skinandthreads top and @balmain blazer. Oh and heaps of twin spam there too so I’m not clogging your feeds ☺️
Her Instagram followers were divided. Some of them hailed Judd as “Amazing” and “Supermum”. Others were less flattering. One wrote: “So your (sic) thin big deal. Whats more important to you, you being skinny or your new babies???”
And yet it would be very unfair to pick on Rebecca Judd.
She is just one of the latest celebrities reinforcing a certain narrative around motherhood. A narrative that tells us that birth and motherhood is a walk in the park.
It usually goes like this; straight after labour (and the natural labour went well by the way, thanks to those cold-pressed green juices consumed daily during pregnancy and the yoga/pilates/barre classes) the blissful new mother appears with full makeup, propped up against a pillow wearing silken lingerie or flowing casuals. Angelina-like, she gazes across a peacefully sleeping baby to meet her partner’s eyes. It is clear that not only is she giddy with love for her baby, but for her partner as well. Life has never been better. This motherhood gig is easy.
A few days later the next Instagram post appears. The glowing, svelte mother is back in her skinny jeans. The house looks immaculate. The siblings are wearing all white designer outfits.