Getting Brave- The Physical Aftermath

It was something I feared, dreaded and did not look forward to: How I would look after having a baby. This is the only time I will really talk about it because I don't want to boast and rub it in anybody's face, but I'd like to share the physical aftermath as well as the emotional.I've never been overly thrilled with how I look but I was comfortable. I had nightmares of gaining pounds and pounds of weight and never being able to shed them. I was extremely blessed to have those nightmares never come to fruition. I try not to talk about it too much or flaunt it, but I am one of the very, very, lucky few who have been able to shed the baby weight and then some. When I got pregnant I was 168lbs, this morning I weighed in at 154lbs. Yup. I weigh less than when I got married, I actually weigh about the same as when I met Kenny 8 years ago. That is a feat that I never dreamed possible. I'm still not overly thrilled with my body but just knowing that I am heading in the right direction is a huge motivator for me. I've still got my stretch marks that will never go away, but truthfully I kind of like them. They are my very own custom tattoos that remind me what amazing things this body can do. I truly believe I owe a lot of this weight loss to breastfeeding and just simple genetics. I am very, very, thankful for how things have worked out but I still have a lot more work to do. So...I'm about to do something most women wouldn't do for all the ice cream in the world: put up a picture of themselves in a bikini...4 months after having a baby.