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Through the power of sailormoonfans, I found out about Polyvore.
I guess this is as good of a time as any to say I was thinking about my body today. It's been changing since I picked up running again last week. I still have a ways to go before I'm even close to what I looked like pre-pregnancy.
I get this feeling that I'm supposed to feel bad - or at least wrong - to think about this, to miss the body I used to have. It's like there's this pressure to embrace the shape that motherhood brought. Doing otherwise is caving to society, patriarchy and all that other stuff. It means I'm not accepting myself as a woman and letting other people tell me what's acceptable.
This isn't at all like letting people tell me that I should find my "mom shape" acceptable.
Does it really have to always come back to "the Man" and "society" and "being brainwashed"? Is it really so hard for some people to believe that, hey, I had my old body for 32 years. I was used to it. It was comfortable, and it was a good body. It let me run the hills of San Francisco and the Mission Beach boardwalk in San Diego. It digested gallons of tequila with only three episodes of throwing up. It was part of who I was for the majority of my life. Why wouldn't I miss it?
I accept that, barring massive plastic surgery, things will never look the way that they did before. I wouldn't mind getting back aspects of it, though.
Getting back to Polyvore:
Oh, and DANG IT. I need to find the nearest K-mart and these.
I guess this is as good of a time as any to say I was thinking about my body today. It's been changing since I picked up running again last week. I still have a ways to go before I'm even close to what I looked like pre-pregnancy.
I get this feeling that I'm supposed to feel bad - or at least wrong - to think about this, to miss the body I used to have. It's like there's this pressure to embrace the shape that motherhood brought. Doing otherwise is caving to society, patriarchy and all that other stuff. It means I'm not accepting myself as a woman and letting other people tell me what's acceptable.
This isn't at all like letting people tell me that I should find my "mom shape" acceptable.
Does it really have to always come back to "the Man" and "society" and "being brainwashed"? Is it really so hard for some people to believe that, hey, I had my old body for 32 years. I was used to it. It was comfortable, and it was a good body. It let me run the hills of San Francisco and the Mission Beach boardwalk in San Diego. It digested gallons of tequila with only three episodes of throwing up. It was part of who I was for the majority of my life. Why wouldn't I miss it?
I accept that, barring massive plastic surgery, things will never look the way that they did before. I wouldn't mind getting back aspects of it, though.
Getting back to Polyvore:
Oh, and DANG IT. I need to find the nearest K-mart and these.