This post was entirely inspired by Jill at Baby Rabies. She wrote a plea to her unborn child to please return her newly-vanished ass. It struck a familiar nerve for me.
I too have grieved the loss of specific body parts since becoming a mother. It has been over two years since I noticed the robbery and I still shed tears, whining to anyone who will listen, about how I have lost my breasts.
My sad tale is a little different from Jill's, since during my pregnancy, everything was great. In fact, thanks to my unborn child, I spent most of my mama-to-be time looking like I should be on the cover of a men's magazine.
They had bets going at my office as to which area was growing faster; the belly or the boobs. One female (thank god) coworker put price stickers on the ever growing monsters. We had a very "appropriate" work environment. *snickers*
|About 5 months pregnant. Every top I owned had taken on|
new life thanks to these things!
|The "girls" in their 20 year old glory. That's me on the left with some amazing|
ladies in Kenya. We were volunteering for Free The Children.
The nice lady in the dressing room started off saying, "Well, you're a little larger than an A...". And that is where I started crying in the middle of a La Senza.
Just a few tears, though. Not full on ugly cry. That was saved for my car.
I bought a couple of push up bras for the first time in my life. They give me some semblance of the body I had before. But me and the girls, we know it's just not the same.
|In a small sized bikini top...with padding...|
Some people have a closet full of old skinny clothes. I hoard C cup bras.
My hope is that one day, maybe when I'm knocked up again, the next child will help restore the girls to their once somewhat-voluptuous position, but I am not holding my breath. I have a feeling things will go along the same lines. God will overcompensate me with "preggo fun bags" as my husband's friends affectionately referred to them (they are a charming bunch of boys...) and then they will slowly vanish to pea-sized versions of their former selves.
Disclaimer - I understand that I am being a complete drama queen and that I should be happy with my body regardless. 99% of the time I am. But this is my blog and I'll whine if I want to...
However, in an ideal world, our bodies would magically bounce back after babies....it's a damn good thing they're worth it ;)