Big flowers on my green blouse – this is what I wanted to name this post. But after 30 seconds of pondering over, it felt awkward. Moving on..
Today I specially want to connect with my mom-friends. This post is dedicated to all the mothers. We are super-heroes, each one of us. All the hardships that we go through, from the minute we conceive to giving birth and then raising our babies. The struggle, the hardwork never ends. Once a mother, always a mother. We will always worry about our children, no matter how old they get. However sometimes, while mothering we start losing ourselves. Inch by inch, everyday, we keep letting go of our original self until one day when it’s too late.
So today, I would like you to Stop what you are doing and think about it. Are you one of those mothers who has stopped loving herself? Have you stopped cooking for yourself (by which I mean something that YOU like, not what the family wants)? Have you stopped dressing up nice? Have you stopped taking time out for a hobby or any activity that you previously enjoyed? Well, if the answer to any of these questions is a yes, then my friend there is a problem. This is not OK. We must love ourselves first, take care of ourselves first, only then will be able to love our children and live a happy life. ‘Happy’ is the key word here. Are you happy? Like REALLY happy? This happiness should not be because you gave birth. This happiness should be because you love your life, because you have not given up your ‘true self’ to be a mother.
Often I see mothers who are always, like ALWAYS dressed up in sweats or black head-to-toe. And rarely this is because they like black color. Usually it is because black hides their curves and makes them look thin. They think their bodies are not beautiful anymore since giving birth and hence do not deserve pretty clothes.
May I request you to please, please not do that to yourself. If anything, we must love and appreciate our bodies even more now. It goes through so much pain to bring a new life in to this world. Our bodies are so, so strong. And that is why I think all mothers are superheroes.
All of you is beautiful. Even those sagging breasts and the wide waistline – all these tell a beautiful story. The story of bringing a new life to this world. How can that be ugly in any way? Look at yourself from your child’s eyes – For them you are THE MOST BEAUTIFUL being in the entire world. Their eyes light up when you enter the room. Don’t they? Would you like them to grow up seeing you hating or criticizing your body? Instead we want our sons and daughters to be confident and humble in every way possible. If not for yourself, do it for them. Our children are seeing us, observing us, learning from us. They are observing every minute thing we say and do. We can’t let them grow up thinking only skinny is beautiful. We can’t let them think their mother hates her body since giving birth to them!
So let’s just change this. If not today, then when? If not us, then who? Let’s just start from dressing up nice everyday. Embrace your curves. Love your body. Don’t eat junk, workout regularly (remember they are watching us). Say good things about yourself. Think positive. Cook for yourself. Go back to that art class, gardening or reading or whatever you like to do. Take time out for yourself. Go shopping. Meet with your girlfriends. Just do what makes you happy!
In my humble opinion, body confidence is one of the best gifts we can give to our children, but it has to come from within us. And actions speak louder than words.
Dear mother – you are beautiful. Every inch of you. 🙂
Blouse: New York & Company | Jeans: Loft | Bag: Wilsons Leather | Earrings: Target
The babe has started showering me with gentle kicks (and punches maybe?). It’s such a weird/cute/unusual feeling which is difficult to put into words and can only be experienced. Though mine are comparatively mild kicks since I have an anterior placenta. Nevertheless, I feel the kicks more on the sides or down below in my lower abs. Not only that, the baby becomes super active at around 12 at night. Not kidding! Just when I’m winding up and ready to hit the bed, she decides to practice karate in my belly.
The other day the baby woke me up at 5 in the morning with her (not so gentle) kicks and jabs, as if demanding to play! I rolled on the bed 4 – 5 times thinking she would settle down if I change sides, but she just wouldn’t stop! I finally stood up, drank some water, took a stroll around the house and came back to lie again. Still, I love it. All of it! 🙂
Today, wearing a dress gifted by the husband on my birthday. It’s a pretty forgiving dress if you ask me. I felt very comfortable (and sexy!) all evening! Even got two compliments from strangers! The print and the color caught my eye first, and the fit flatters my bump beautifully, so it was a win-win! I look forward to styling it causally very soon. It’s safe to say that a nice fitting sassy dress and comfortable shoes are my signature style.
P.S. 22 weeks pregnant here.
Dress: NY&C | Pumps: Mix No.6 (more options)| Bag: Sole Society | Sunglasses: Ray Ban | Watch: Fossil
Mothers are a blessing. Specially in times like these. My mother came to visit us and has been showering me with her love, affection and her countless amazing delicacies.
Now that I am in my second trimester, I am actually enjoying food. I know I was absconding from the blog all through my initial months of pregnancy which is why you would have no idea how my initial 3 months went. Well, in case you were wondering my first trimester was kind of OK. Here’s how it all went –
– Thankfully I did not puke at all, though I became quite averse to a few fragrances (like vanilla) and some food items (like chocolates, pesto sauce etc.) and perfumes with sweet undertones. I just to stash away half of my (and husband’s) perfumes.
– What I really (like REALLY) struggled with was the taste of my mouth. It was super metallic all 24 hours of the day. No matter what I ate, when I ate, I simply could not enjoy food because everything tasted metallic/bitter afterwards. I kept looking up pregnancy blogs for remedies, but nothing helped much other than baking soda gargles.
– Another (substantial) issue was my facial skin. I had to deal with the worst acne of my life and this is not an exaggeration. The acne kept popping up on the cheeks all way to my neck (yes neck!). The pimples were red, painful and kept turning in to white heads. My midwife suggested me to simply wait it out and let the hormones do their thing since nothing much could be done about it. I remember being home bound for weeks since I did not feel like dressing up or going out at all. Acne really challenges your self-esteem.
– One more thing, I started feeling the need of a nap during afternoons which was quite unusual for me because since my childhood, I never liked taking that mid-day nap since I thought of it as a waste of time. Oh how times change. 😉
Other than these, all went fine. I was good! Pregnancy is such an unusual feeling. The idea of a life growing inside you can’t be explained in words. Though I am yet to feel any flutters or kicks, I am simply bombed at the idea of meeting my young one! By the way, the baby is due in early December.
On the outfit front, I am yet to buy any maternity wear and have been making use of my regular dresses which have a little more room to accommodate my growing belly. Though I have packed my skin fitting dresses and high waisted denims in a box. Oh yeah, and I am still growing out my hair, so excuse the wild hairstyle going on there!
P.S. Throwing in a few pictures with the familia just because I can! We are all happy and excited!!
Dress: Loft | Sandals: DSW | Watch: Fossil | Bag: Gifted