[trigger/content warning] 🖤 I remember hearing about postpartum depression and that if you felt like throwing your baby out of the window, or if you couldn’t stop crying, then that meant you had it.
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For as long as I can remember, all I ever wanted was a flat stomach.
I avoided pool parties as early as middle school. I would spend the evenings secretly doing workout videos in my bedroom.
oday was the first time I stepped foot into a gym in over a year. Today, when I walked through those doors, I loved my current self. I didn’t walk in to that building ashamed of my appearance, feeling like I’d done something wrong. Instead, I went because I know it makes me a better person.
I saw the workout equipment, took a deep breath, and went for it. The entire time I worked out I had to tell myself “this is for your mental health” instead of “gotta lose the baby weight.”
Promised to be transparent with you all and so here we go: This is way harder than I could’ve imagined. This week, I’ve been waking up in tears a lot. In many ways, I’m experiencing a lot of things for the first time with this baby and I’m loving every minute of it.
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