I was so nervous to wear this outfit and post these photos today, but I’m so glad I did because bodysuits are my new favorite thing ever. I just bought my first one a few weeks ago, and it took me that long to actually put it on. The act of getting dressed in it was hilarious and reminded me of putting a onesie on my daughter, but once you pull on a great pair of jeans over it, it’s no longer reminiscent of baby clothes.
I love the simplicity of the way it fits under pants or a skirt and how there is no need to fidget with tucking and re-tucking it in all day long. I really like J.Crew’s collection of bodysuits because they’re not too skimpy and look simple and chic. I chose this simple black one to ease myself into the whole thing, but I want this wrap one next because of it’s more interesting neckline that would look just lovely with a pretty patterned skirt.
I think the best way to wear a bodysuit is to keep it easy and simple. Don’t get one that’s too low cut, and buy it in a dark color. The lighter it is, the less forgiving it will be. Pair it with your favorite pair of jeans instead of something too-tight or trendy that will make you feel uncomfortable all day long.
Seeing myself in these photos brought up a lot of emotion for me. While I’ve worked hard to lose most of my baby weight, my boobs are a cup size bigger, my stomach has an extra layer of fat, and my hips will never look the same (I’m a full cup size bigger than I was before the baby!). If you had asked me how I would feel about that before I had Amalia or even a few months ago I would have been upset and borderline obsessively worrying about it, but something has changed recently.
I’ve had the biggest shift in the way I look at my body since puberty.
I noticed it for the first time over the weekend. Anel and I spent all day Saturday in the city, just the two of us, and as part of our baby-free date, we went to Aire Aincent Baths for the experience and a massage. I was hopping in and out of baths and steam rooms in a bathing suit and for the first time maybe ever around strangers, I didn’t feel self conscious… Like not even a little bit!
Last night when I was putting together this post, I looked at these photos and again didn’t have usual body shame that I’ve felt since age 13.
I’ve clearly had a long history of hating the way I look, including an eating disorder in high school, but for some reason when I think of my body as a place that carried my child, it looks so much more beautiful to me.
I care less about having a “perfect” figure and am focusing more on feeling my healthiest and strongest to be the best possible mama I can be. I still have loose skin on my stomach, and I don’t know if that will go away or not… But it carried my beautiful baby girl and for that I’m proud.
Although I may never be brave enough to wear a bikini again. We’ll see!
Photos by Carter Fish.