Lets talk about body-shaming for a minute while you look at what I'd consider a good picture of mine.
I was a skinny girl with an appetite of a horse in my teenage. I could eat an entire double cheeseburst large pizza myself and I didn't have to worry about putting on weight. The thought didn't even cross my mind back then. Obviously, with time, age, and a bunch of major lifestyle changes that come along with marriage, moving to a new country, new job, etc. things were bound to change.
I was my heaviest [92kgs] at the end of my #pregnancy. I couldn't see my feet kinda heavy. I felt like I had no neckline kinda heavy. You don't just shed away the weight in a night or a month after the baby. Circumstances were such that I was the primary caretaker of myself and my newborn baby. #PPD hit me hard. Imagine the ingredients of my brain soup - post partum depression, obesity, immense exhaustion, sleep deprivation, hunger, fear, and a total state of being mindfucked to be precise. I took each day as it came and surviving 24 hours without a mental breakdown was a celebration in my head.
Before marriage, all the unsolicited advise-givers were all about how I can gain weight or make my skin and hair better. After marriage, it was all about weight-control. What completely blew my mind was they would talk about me and my weight while I was holding my (then) 6 month old baby boy in my arms. 😐
Cut to present, #bodyshaming still is a part of my daily. Earlier it was my weight, now its probably my skin, and later it might probably be my hair. Idk. Its like, you are never enough. People haven't changed, I feel like the voices have. You know which voice changed the most? Mine. The voice inside my head that finally stopped getting effected and said to my body 'I am sorry, I put you through that', 'I am sorry I allowed the baseless comments of others effect you', 'I am sorry, I won't do it again.' Its been a successful year of saying NO. You may call it motherhood induced 'I have no F's to give'-chillness or just self-acceptance, the point is, be you. Let your body heal. It knows you the best. Give it the live, care, and time. If you don't love her first, then who will?