Dear Postpartum Body,
First of all, you’re amazing. You grew a human being inside of you—let’s get that on the record.
I’m sorry that I don’t always love you well. You deserve better.
I am not going to compare you to other bodies. You are my body, unique all on your own.
I am not going to hide you.
Stretch marks prove that you are mighty in battle.
I refuse to say that I need to “get back in shape.” You have a perfect shape already.
I wasn’t kind to my old body, but I’m going to do better with you.
I am not going to cut you, harm you, hate you. I did that to my old body, and I’m not doing it to you.
My husband sees how I treat you. My son will hear how I talk about you.
I will exercise because it makes you feel well, not because I want to look a certain way.
I will feed you wholesome things because it sustains you, not because I want to shrink you.
I won’t wait to buy you clothes until I look like I did before. I will let you look pretty right now. I’ll buy the bigger size because you deserve to look beautiful just as you are.
I will never take a “before and after” photo—you’re worth more than that.
I don’t wish you away. I invite you to stay.
I celebrate you.
I honor you.
You let me nourish my child.
You let me love my husband.
You let me see the world.
You hold a beautiful soul inside of you, dear body. You are a vessel of something sacred.