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Dear World, back off the post partem bod

The real PP bod
Dear World,
Let me introduce you to the post partem body.
A glimpse into what a post partem body really looks like.
I am here to dispel a few myths.
You will not "snap back into shape" or be back in your skinny jeans a week after giving birth.
We are force fed headlines of celebs "boucing back" everyday so we believed we would too.
When we didn't we felt like failures.
We didn't know what our bodies would look like after birth, we were in the limbo of us regaining it back for ourselves and realising it was not quite the same as what it used to be.
We were not prepared that our stomach didn't instantly go down, our boobs would leak everywhere and our VJJ looked like a car crash. We have been made to feel ashamed.
Ashamed of the body that grew and gave birth to a baby.
We are not taught to accept and embrace our post partem body. Instead everyone tells us it will be okay you will loose the baby weight. Have you tried this diet? This exercise plan? Have you seen this celeb she looks great after 2 weeks.
We are constantly told we have to change. That what we are right now isn't good enough.
We are vulnerable, probably the most vulnerable we have ever been or ever will be and we are being bombarded with having to change when really all we want to do we is sit on the sofa eating biscuits. We are made to feel bad about this why?
Surely we have earnt the right to just be for a while?
What if I don't want to race to loose my extra weight?
There will come a time I may look at myself and not be happy with what I see.
I may want to change but because I want to not because on the endless list of feeding a newborn, surviving on no sleep and riding the hormonal waves soceity dictates that I am supposed to suddenly tranform into Cheryl Cole overnight too.
There is so much pressure put on us to change ourselves the minute we give birth.
The last thing we need right now is unrealistic expectations of what we "should" look like.
We should look like how ever the bloody we want and this should be okay with everyone because it is okay with us.
After all we just grew and expelled a human and we are currently keeping it alive 24 hours a day on little to no sleep.
World, back off the post partem mum what you see is real life. Not a ridiculous facade.
From a very tired Mum of two.

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