It all started the day I tried my old, trusty skinny jeans back on, a month after I had my first child. Not the skin tight ones, the baggier ones I would wear on my “fat” days. I got them on but I couldn't close them. Not in a â€œoh it's just a little tightâ€ but in an â€œI need a bigger size because this is not going to work ever againâ€ way. I burst into tears, and my other half decided it was time for some new jeans. I had no idea what size to try on so I grabbed a few pairs of jeans that happened to be 2 or 3 sizes bigger than my pre-pregnancy size. And I burst into tears again in the changing room. What was this body that I didn't recognize?! I used to be able to pull clothes off the rack and know immediately if they would fit or not. Where had these huge breasts and large hips and squishy tummy come from?! Why was I not dropping pounds instantly due to breastfeeding like everybody told me I would?!
I want my kids to be healthy, to make healthy choices in life and to never feel bad about what they eat and the sports they may want to do (or not). By healthy I mean strong, independent, comfortable and happy. By healthy choices I mean choosing their friends wisely and not doing drugs. I want them to know that there isnâ€™t a set weight that anyone â€œhasâ€ to be, but that if they listen to their bodies and treat them right then their bodies will be the vessel that they need to keep them going, through the tough moments and the easy passes. And I never, ever want to hear them judging someone else based on their looks, or put someone down just because they arenâ€™t what society deems to be physically perfect. No one is perfect, because in reality perfection doesnâ€™t exist. And with that I shall bake us all a cake and buy a pair of â€œskinnyâ€ jeans that make me feel comfortable AND fabulous.