my brain, upon exiting the shower today:
"you know, the idea of a combination tummy tuck/breast lift/lipo value pack doesn't sound so bad right about now.
of course, i should really work out first, and save the big guns for anything that doesn't go back to normal after diet and exercise...like my boobs. i really used to love my boobs. now they just look like utters or feed bags, swingin' around. so sad.
and how unfair-- why couldn't it be that after breast feeding, one's boobs become truly extraordinary, even better than before? a mark and badge of honor of the strong work they did? why instead must they sag?"
and then my bod says to my brain:
"what's so great about 'before', anyway?"
and my brain comes up with a million and one girlish reasons...and i think of my sweet boy, and me. fifteen months later.
everything that seemed so fab about "before" kind of fades away in the wake of this new motherhood, this new family....and i realize that everything about "before" is still there, and can still happen, with some minor tweaks. and i let go.
my bod-- she's a smart old bird.
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