On my way to England <3
8D
Yesyes. I'm leaving in a few hours and 'm just checking a few last things before leaving. *grin* Everything packed now, wooo! I... haven't written anything. u///u Oh, well. I have time later on. I'm going to print my tickets out, buy some british monnies and have a nice lunch out. I have bb's presents, my drawing pensils, my laptop, aaah <3
Life is good.
I kissed the boys properly, because I just need them to know I love them. Everytime I go and return... There's the slightest risk, you know? There's always a risk, but still. I need all my darlings to know I love them and need them and miss them. My three most loved people in the world should know I love them to bits.
Also, reading the news, which made me frown. There's some talk about a Norwegian lady, married to a fotball star. She's recently given birth and there's no marks on her a few days later. She put some pic of herself in push-up bra in Instragram and pretty undies. And people are pissing on her because she is rather thin, and isn't focusing on being a mum instead of "showing off".
She is the rolemodel of many and she speaks about diet, work out and keeping a healthy life-style. Those are good things, all of them - unless they are the ONLY thing that matters. Then it becomes a problem, like with everything else that people get obsessive about. I still don't think it's right to tell her that she is a) a bimbo. b) Stupid. c) That the mental well-being of hundreds of younglings/fully grown women rest upon her shoulders.
For fuck's sake. She's just a person. She is not responsible for what others choose to do, no less than any of us are.
Me, I was quite buff when I was pregnant. I had gotten some softness by then, but I only gained 5.2 kilos. Leon came out as 3.2 kg, the placenta was on ca 0.5 kg and the rest was water. The second day after Leon's birth, I had a pretty washboard and no proof of ever having been pregnant. Now, I know that this isn't the norm. I'm different, and my mother was the same. It's genetical, really. But I still got looks. And I got a lot of nasty comments. I got them before I got pregnant as in:
"Oh, are you on 85 kg? Be careful with what you eat, or you'll grow too large" - nevermind that I was muscles only, and a thin layer of softness. MUSCLES ARE HEAVY, I wanted to scream. And four months later -
"Are you trying to lose weight? Are you on a diet?! You've only gained baby-weight!" - and then they wanted me to write what I ate down, because they thought I was starving myself. Idiots. I wasn't. It's genetical. It's about giving the body what it needs, end of story.
I'm larger now, softer. And a LOT of people breath down my neck, trying to tell me that I should be ashamed of my body. Again. That I shouldn't eat this or that. That a little bit of work out would make wooonders~! Should I really be this large? Aren't I afraid of giving my son a wrong body-ideal? Well fuck that. I work out and I eat healthy. I am allowed to have ice-cream and goodies too, thank you very much. And, it bothers me that this woman gets crap the other way around.
HOW ABOUT JUST COMPLIMENTING HER FOR HER HEALTHY BABY AND HER STRONG, FIT BODY INSTEAD OF BLAMING HER SHIT SHE HAS NO CONTROL OVER????
u///u
Rant over.
Yesyes. I'm leaving in a few hours and 'm just checking a few last things before leaving. *grin* Everything packed now, wooo! I... haven't written anything. u///u Oh, well. I have time later on. I'm going to print my tickets out, buy some british monnies and have a nice lunch out. I have bb's presents, my drawing pensils, my laptop, aaah <3
Life is good.
I kissed the boys properly, because I just need them to know I love them. Everytime I go and return... There's the slightest risk, you know? There's always a risk, but still. I need all my darlings to know I love them and need them and miss them. My three most loved people in the world should know I love them to bits.
Also, reading the news, which made me frown. There's some talk about a Norwegian lady, married to a fotball star. She's recently given birth and there's no marks on her a few days later. She put some pic of herself in push-up bra in Instragram and pretty undies. And people are pissing on her because she is rather thin, and isn't focusing on being a mum instead of "showing off".
She is the rolemodel of many and she speaks about diet, work out and keeping a healthy life-style. Those are good things, all of them - unless they are the ONLY thing that matters. Then it becomes a problem, like with everything else that people get obsessive about. I still don't think it's right to tell her that she is a) a bimbo. b) Stupid. c) That the mental well-being of hundreds of younglings/fully grown women rest upon her shoulders.
For fuck's sake. She's just a person. She is not responsible for what others choose to do, no less than any of us are.
Me, I was quite buff when I was pregnant. I had gotten some softness by then, but I only gained 5.2 kilos. Leon came out as 3.2 kg, the placenta was on ca 0.5 kg and the rest was water. The second day after Leon's birth, I had a pretty washboard and no proof of ever having been pregnant. Now, I know that this isn't the norm. I'm different, and my mother was the same. It's genetical, really. But I still got looks. And I got a lot of nasty comments. I got them before I got pregnant as in:
"Oh, are you on 85 kg? Be careful with what you eat, or you'll grow too large" - nevermind that I was muscles only, and a thin layer of softness. MUSCLES ARE HEAVY, I wanted to scream. And four months later -
"Are you trying to lose weight? Are you on a diet?! You've only gained baby-weight!" - and then they wanted me to write what I ate down, because they thought I was starving myself. Idiots. I wasn't. It's genetical. It's about giving the body what it needs, end of story.
I'm larger now, softer. And a LOT of people breath down my neck, trying to tell me that I should be ashamed of my body. Again. That I shouldn't eat this or that. That a little bit of work out would make wooonders~! Should I really be this large? Aren't I afraid of giving my son a wrong body-ideal? Well fuck that. I work out and I eat healthy. I am allowed to have ice-cream and goodies too, thank you very much. And, it bothers me that this woman gets crap the other way around.
HOW ABOUT JUST COMPLIMENTING HER FOR HER HEALTHY BABY AND HER STRONG, FIT BODY INSTEAD OF BLAMING HER SHIT SHE HAS NO CONTROL OVER????
u///u
Rant over.