I have a love-hate relationship with my body. Especially my tummy and hips area.
I can no longer squeeze into my pre-pregnancy jeans. No matter how much I diet and exercise, I have this horrible saggy pouch of wrinkly skin staring at me when I gaze down. It's worst when I'm seated. I always cover that bit when I'm sitting on the throne every morning. It didn't use to be there 9 years ago.
And then I have that scar. After three attempts trying to clear up the keloids, operation after operation and putting all sorts of creams on it, I've decided to just let that crooked scar be. Where the cut was at, will always leave a sunken line if I wear anything tight.
(So you have your panty waist line, and then you have the C-sect line/fold just slightly below....that's why I like wearing looser clothes)
I'm trying to do more squats to build back the londehness of my arse. Gravity is going crazy on me. My boobs? Engorged? They look pornstar attractive. Visually they might look nice, but the pain is unbearable! And then whilst admiring my mammary glands, I think of my son, immediately I start leaking.
Yes. Definitely not a turn on. At all.
After suckling, one side will always be bigger than the other. After breastfeeding three, it takes a toll on the breast tissues too.
Kesian depa.
My hair is falling. Hence my new fringe. My son is drooling. They say the more he drools, the more hair loss I face. It's very depressing seeing how my hair clogs the drain each time I wash my hair.
And just when I get depressed, especially after seeing some celebs bounce back so easily, donning the most fashionable getup looking oh so priceless, I am reminded that I am just human. A working mother of three with no helper, driver nor a team of stylist on my beck and call.
Exercise is housework and maybe 30minutes of yoga - itupun more for therapy than exercise per se.
Eating? I try my best to eat healthily, but with three kids and a husband who all have different dietary requirements, my needs are met last and I often eat the extras of the meals I prepare for them. Or none.
So yes. I have a love hate relationship with my body post pregnancy. But after reading this article below, I am reminded not to beat myself up too much.
Chill Pon.
