This summer I’m embracing my mom bod. This mom bod carried and birthed three children, then fed them for a combined 50 months. This mom bad is halfway through carrying one more baby. This mom bod has survived on little sleep and lots of coffee. This mom bod no longer looks like its pre-mom bod. But when I think of all that this mom bod has done, there’s no denying that it is amazing.
This summer I’m going to remember all that this body has done. I’m going to ignore the nagging thoughts that my 20-something week baby bump doesn’t look exactly like I want it to. I’m going to embrace the baby belly exactly as it is and appreciate it as it grows (in whatever shape that is).
This summer I’m going to wear the swimsuits, the shorts, the sundresses. I’m going to ignore the sizes on the label. And if I find myself hesitating in front of the mirror or allowing those feelings of doubt to start creeping in, I’m going to remember everything that this mom bod has done and will continue to do. I’m going to embrace the mom bod.
This summer I’m going to eat the ice cream, the snow cones, the cheeseburgers, the popcorn. I’m going to take my kids to the pool, the movies, the splashpads. I’m going to embrace this summer and all that comes with it (even the 100-degree days).
This summer I’m going to celebrate my mom bod. Afterall, I’m a mom and it’s the only one I’ve got.