Toto sú skutočné fotografie mamičiek po pôrode. Ich telo je krásne v každom momente!

Hovorí sa, že tehotenstvo je najkrajším obdobím v živote ženy. Aj napriek tomuto prívlastku si toto obdobie nesie svoju daň v podobe spľasnutého tehotenského bruška po pôrode, jaziev a strii. Neostáva nám však nič iné, len obdivovať ženské telo, ktoré dokáža za 9 mesiacov vynosiť malé bábätko.

Pred niekoľkými rokmi bola táto tema hotové tabu, no dnes sa o nej hovorí viac než kedykoľvek predtým. Ovisnuté bruško je realitou všetkých žien po pôrode a tak by sa za to nemala hanbiť ani jedna z nich. Žena by si mala uvedomiť, že pod srdcom vynosila krásne bábätko a v porovnaní s bábätkom je pár jaziev či strií úplna maličkosť. Portál Brightside chcel poukázať na krásu ženského tela a tak zverejnil niekoľko pravdivých fotografií žien len niekoľko dní po pôrode.

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I used to weigh myself every morning. I would always make sure to go to the bathroom first. There would be a rush of anxiety as the scale blinked while I stared down in anticipation. It was the moment that would depict how I approached my day. Would I be positive and embrace the day happily because the number was a whole .1 lower than yesterday morning? Or would I angrily start brushing my teeth and threaten myself to only eat a salad for today because the number was a whole .1 higher than yesterday? This was how I lived. It was destroying me. And I was completely convinced that this was the only way to be happy. This was the only way I would get to where I was supposed to be in order to become a mother. I repeated to myself that the only way to be happy was to be skinny. So I lost weight. And it never felt like it was enough. I worked out only to lose weight, rather than the way I do now where I focus more on how it makes me feel. But then I had Maci. For the first time, I felt thankful for my body. There was a moment after she was born that I stood in the hospital bathroom just before I took my first postpartum shower. I was only in my robe as I stared into the mirror. I almost remember it in slow motion because I had avoided a mirror for years, even throughout most of my pregnancy. Locking eyes with myself, I tugged the string and the robe separated a few inches. I froze for a few seconds before I let the robe fall down to the ground. And there I was. I saw me for what felt like the very first time, but after another few seconds, I closed my eyes. I turned around and walked towards the shower. This moment was just the beginning of my self-love journey. It doesn’t happen quickly. But it never would have happened had I not tried. 💗 #this_is_postpartum

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Time will push you to your limits, faster than you want it to, aging you in ways that make you ache, slow down, grow tired and weak. Laugh. Walk. Eat. Drink. Dance. Garden. Skip. Make an effort and stop time. Stand beneath a rainshower, let yourself become completely drenched. Nap under a tree, when the rest of the world goes to work. Get on a bicycle and go for a cruise. Drink that wine or milkshake slower than you ever thought you could… savour each drop. Babies will suck your energy up. Children will treat your body like a jungle gym, bruising your skin, and pulling your muscles. Jobs will have you sitting indoors for too long. Partners may take you for granted. Friends will be under the illusion that they are too busy for simpler times spent together. Musical instruments will sit in their cases, forgotten. Hair will go unwashed. First dates will be boring and waste your time. Lovers will rip your heart out and put you through emotional hell and back, leaving you gutted, insecure and distrusting. Labor and birth and early motherhood will be painful, hard and depleting; leaving you with a body you may not know so well, or feel so good about. The path of adulthood is textured and often, uphill. But. ❤ You are incredible. You are soft, and precious. Giving, and nurturing. Beautiful and sensual. 🔥❤You are worth honouring.❤🔥 🔥❤You are worth loving.❤🔥 🔥❤Stop for a moment, and love yourself.❤🔥 Repeat x infinity.

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Absolutely Beautiful ❤️❤️ #repost @th3littlestavenger Words written by my husband:⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Hayley asked me to write something about her postpartum body.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ I figured it’d be easy but then I started thinking—what is there to even write about?⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Sure, things look and feel slightly different–but in the grand scheme of things, nothing changed.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ The reasons I fell in love with her had nothing to do with any of the body parts affected by her postpartum.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ She still has the same beautiful smile, determined mind, banging body, and strong work ethic as the girl I fell in love with over 15 years ago.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ She still has the same sense of humor.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ She still smells great and tastes great too.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Her postpartum body does look and feel slightly different, but why should that be a factor in my life at all?⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ The soft pillowy skin around her belly button held my three best friends for 18 months.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ The marks show the strength it took to carry the weight of two beautiful girls that will be raised by this bad ass mom.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Nothing has changed or altered my love for my wife.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ I get praised for being a ‘great husband’, but that’s nonsense.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ I’m literally doing the bare minimum by loving my wife for who she is, “imperfections” and all. ⁣⁣⁣⁣ Imperfections make the world fun.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ If everything was Barbie doll perfect, wouldn’t we all get bored?⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ How else would we show what life has put us through?⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ So whether it’s regrettable tattoos, scars, surgeries, dumb facial hair, or a postpartum tummy, honestly…who gives a shit?⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Be good to each other. Learn from mistakes-yours and others. Help those in need and let’s stop dwelling on who looks like what.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ My wife isn’t perfect and that’s what makes me love her.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ That’s why you are all reading this. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ If she was perfect, not a one of you would be able to relate to her. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ And to the husbands out there that don’t do their fair share of diaper duty, cooking, cleaning, and telling your wife how beautiful she is—step up your game bro.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ You’re a team.⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣ So yeah, I was supposed to write… continued in comments

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"My body looks just like yours!" is the WHOLE point of this account. I was sitting in my little corner of the world swearing up and down that I was the only person who looked like me. It's a lonely feeling. Made even more lonely because I had been convinced that stretch marks and scars and loose skin were disgusting. Not even gonna sugar coat it. This is how extreme we view these things and it's all a complete distraction and waste of our time and energy. We have a life to live, laughter to share, and love to ignite the passions that drive our purpose. We have endless gifts to share with the world and we can't even begin to think about it if we're constantly lost in our alleged brokenness and feelings of shame. This feeling stops us from being able to do more than rock a crop top. It stops us from pursuing opportunities, relationships, and pleasure because that's how deep these issues run. When you say you're afraid for your partner to see you, what you're really saying is "I don't want to be rejected for having failed to deliver on an expectation that I've been told is easily preventable if I cared and worked hard enough. So, if I am rejected it'll be my fault." I know. I said those things to myself, too. Thank goodness that I listened to that tiny tiny voice whispering "that's bullsh*t. you know it and if you don't believe me, try me." Here I am yelling now THIS IS BULLSH*T. YOU KNOW IT. IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, TRY ME. Be a whole person thrusting yourself towards the gifts meant for you and then share them with the world that needs them desperately. 💖✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ #bemorethanabody #stretchmarks #scars #takebackpostpartum #looseskin #scarrednotscared #mummytummy #effyourbeautystandards #stopcensoringmotherhood #mombod

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I was a skinny girl since childhood. Though I looked undernourished, I always knew in my heart and in my mind that I was healthy, but it was not the same thinking the society had for me. All the neighborhood aunties would tell my mother to give me something to eat and question "Don't you give her food" "She looks malnourished". My mother would go shopping for my dresses and she would always buy outfits in which I would look plumpy. My family used to joke of me. Example being “On windy days they will tell me to remain inside the house otherwise I might get blown away with the wind I remember vividly my ex-boyfriend telling me that I don't have a front or back assets. He constantly used to say I should eat chocolates and junk food to gain some "Meat" on my "Assets" I got so thin shamed that I landed myself to a gym. Simply because I was fed up with all the people speaking about me and I wanted to end it by gaining some weight, via guess what – that’s right {Supplements} This did not stop even after marriage, with someone questioning if my husband earns well monetarily or not – and does he keeps me well fed? And now, after delivering 2 babies people’s opinion has moved to the other side. They now say “I have gained weight, and that I don’t look the same” Point is there always be somebody who think it's okay to critize someone based on there physical attributes. Tell them that we are wonder women who comes in different shapes and sizes.I know it's take time to ignore these hurtful comments and move on. Hence sharing few lines from one of the articles I read online "When you’re confident in what you’re wearing, you learn things about yourself that you never knew, and you remind yourself that you possess so many more qualities than you realize" PC: @Shriyak #bodyshaming#postpartumbody#love #motherhoodunplugged#mommylife#india#societysucks#youarebeautiful#confidence#FittoFight

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