Although I’ve been in my bikini since day dot after birth, I don’t actually feel confident whilst flashing the flesh, but I’m feeling the fear and doing it anyway- almost like a middle finger to any negative thoughts in my head (and also, summer in Oz is HOT!)
There’s been a wave of ‘positive body image’ messages flooding my Instagram feed over the last week. And I love it. This sense of encouragement and support amongst women (many being mothers), towards shape and size; the fundamental message about learning to truly love yourself, is long overdue, especially in the media spotlight, where we’re constantly bombarded with unrealistic expectations of the female body.
Although my post here isn’t directly related to ‘accepting your body’ per say (as the movement on insta reflects), it felt apt to put it out there now (after 4 weeks of sitting as a draft) as it’s pertinent to positive body image: Philosophically, I want to reevaluate the language used in an often very flippant manner, towards our bodies, which can then, in turn, change our mindset, into a positive thought process. In all honestly, fully embracing my body shape/ size post pregnancy, will take a little me longer, and that’s perfectly ok. After all, it needs time to settle into its new form. For me, at 6 months postpartum, it’s about striking a balance between accepting my body, whilst it still adjusts.
Let’s cut the ‘getting back into shape’ crap, post birth.
Hey! You’ve had a baby, so now you want to ‘get back into shape’?. * Enter serious eye roll here* View Post
Well, hello. It’s been a while, again, hasn’t it? The past 2 years, in retrospect, have felt like a bit of a blur: Enduring 6 months of (failed) fertility treatments, followed by IVF (successful on the second attempt), packing up our lives’ in London and moving to Australia. Adjusting to a whole lotta ‘new’ everything. I *think* all of that alone, is reason enough to have a marginally fuzzled head (I’m not sure if fuzzled is an actual word, but I’m calling it). View Post
*** This is a Public service Announcement, brought to you courtesy of my hormones***
Modern manners, codes of behaviour, decorum and rules of etiquette, they may differ from culture to culture, but manners by and large follow the same principle: Just don’t be dick -I paraphrase, but that just happens to be the single philosophy I keep returning to, which essentially covers the broad spectrum of acceptable ways to conduct oneself around other humans, and in society as a whole, I’m sure you’ll agree? View Post
When I was pregnant with my son, I was a sucker for stockpiling every single mother & baby magazine I could get my hands on. I immersed myself in them, trying to pick up all the insider info, convinced I was gonna have this being a mother thing down. Sleep? I knew how to deal with that. The best buggy? Yup, I was cocksure all my research made me the leading authority on strollers/ travel systems & car seats. Let’s blame those pregnancy hormones & my beautifully naïve mind on all the above delusional thoughts. Because if my introductory to motherhood taught me anything at all it was; You can never be prepared. View Post
7 Months. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve graced these pages, waxing lyrical about life & everything in-between. In fairness, even before I dropped off the blogging radar, my attention to this space dwindled significantly towards the end of last year because as a family, we were gearing up towards our impending move to Australia, whilst also struggling privately with infertility; learning how to cope with the treatments that came with this (which was in fact a challenge we’d been dealing with for a good 2 years). View Post