Imagine, if you will, that you have a really comfy, super casual sweater that you like to wear all the time. One day, you are wearing it as you sit on the couch and you absentmindedly tuck your knees in and pull this cozy sweater over your legs and sit there binge watching Supernatural (or whatever) till it’s time to go to bed as a ball of comfort. The next time you go to put on your favorite sweater, you find that it has been stretched out and no amount of dryer time is shrinking it back into shape. Sad face.
Well, that’s what happens to your body after you have a baby…CORRECTION, that is how I describe what happened to MY body after having lazy baby. My tummy skin is just stretched out and I hate it.
I’m not a thin woman, nor have I ever been in my entire life. But I was ok with my body before the baby. Mostly. I knew those lines, those curves, that skin. Now it’s just a big flop. If I look at my stomach in the mirror too long these days, I sometimes tear up. I guess I’ve just reached that age and that time in my life where no matter how much weight I lose, my skin is never going to fit my body (without surgery).
Mr. LL still loves me and my body, and I suppose that’s a comfort. I want to love my body again though. I shouldn’t be so hard on myself though, it took me 20-some-odd years to get that comfortable with my body. I’ve only had this new one for a little over 6 months.
But right now, I hate it.