My body has been through hell. I struggled with ballooning weight as a child (hello puberty!), then dropped a large amount of it (hello high school nerves!) and eventually (10 years later), got pregnant (hello, baby!). Of course the pregnancy meant my body would change again, and I was totally OK with it, until after delivery, that is. Oh, boy. There's some heavy apologies I definitely owe my postpartum thighs for going to war on my behalf. I mean, in order to give me the most beautiful little girl possible, my body became superhuman and deserves way more credit than I've ever given it. I'm feeling really bad about that so, here we are.
I didn't take the best care of myself during pregnancy (or even before). Even though I popped in a Yoga DVD every day, I gave into all the cravings and piled on the poundage like there was no tomorrow. In retrospect, I wish I'd have chilled because I didn't realize what my poor body was going through or how long it would take to "spring back" (hint: never). I swore to myself, after delivery, I'd do everything possible to show my body some love, thinking, "No big deal! I'll bounce back in no time!"
Spoiler alert: I did not, in fact, bounce back.
With that, here's a long overdue list of things I'm sorry for, dedicated to the parts of me that stretched and distorted (almost as much as my growing belly) when I was pregnant.