Buying the Body Beautiful: Plastic Surgery is Calling My Name

Some things in life you can't fix. Others, you can!

Some things in life you can’t fix. Others, you can!

Let me begin by saying that I would have never in a million years thought that I would ever want to have plastic surgery done. Prior to my pregnancies I had a body that I was really proud of. Don’t get me wrong… it wasn’t perfect. I had a tad bit of a belly and no matter the amount of walking I did or do, I have thighs that have their own agenda. My BMI was never what it should be. But even so, I was still happy with my body. When my clothes came off, even the imperfections were in proportion and I loved it. I loved my flawed self.

Fast forward four years, two pregnancies, and several breast infections later. Genetics has not been on my side. Gravity has not been on my side. In fact, the only things that have consistently been on my sides are my breasts. Go figure. And while I lost my tummy bulge fairly quickly the skin it left behind resembles an elephant leg. Don’t laugh. It literally looks like an elephant leg. I realize I might sound silly complaining about these things… but I am finding that the change in my body has really effected my self-esteem and confidence.

So, I’m going to check into a full on mommy package not because I’m vain, but because I want to feel like me again. My “motherhood” body has made me a different person — one that begs for mom jeans and oversized shirts and granny panties.  But the real me, the one inside, wants to be able to look in the mirror and not feel totally changed and deflated. I want to look in the mirror and think, “hey, she’s kinda hot!” I want to honor this body that housed and grew two fabulous children. I want to restore it. And maybe, just maybe some of that fire in me will return too.

 

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Awakenings – Orig Published August 31, 2006

*I am here and preparing interesting things for you to read… in the meantime, check out one of my first blogs… it’s got me thinking I need to go back in my original direction. That came so much easier to me.*

~When does one really awaken?  Is it the first opening flickers of their eyelids, greeting a new day?  Is it the regret after karma releases her fury on them?  Is it when they hold a baby for the first time?  Is it when they fall on an altar and pray to whichever god to cleanse them and show them the way?  I guess it is different for everyone… the moment when there is such clarity and calm that it is almost frightening.
For me?  Well, my awakening came with turning 25 and realizing that Father Time was stomping 4 inch stilettos on my toes (don’t ask me why… ask him).  I’m not old or past my prime as I often joke.  But I’m not a little girl… Situations are only getting more difficult and life is only demanding more of me.  There is nothing more deafening than a clock’s tick sometimes…  each sound, a second you’ll never get back… every sunset, the death of a day.  A lifetime is not nearly enough time to do all the things most people want to do.  That being the case, to waste any significant part of it doing things you shouldn’t or don’t want to and not doing things you should or desire to is to rob yourself of breath.

Self respect and self confidence are great things.  Paired with a good mind, or at the very least a good work ethic, they can make ANYBODY successful.  But without self-gratification, a person cannot be whole.  Self gratification can be something as seemingly small as buying a new tube of lipstick or something extravagant such as taking a cruise or bashing around Paris.  However, these are occasional indulgences.  They hardly soothe one’s soul from the battering of day to day life.

There are, however, ways to help ourselves every day.  Small things we wouldn’t think of, much less do. TACTFULLY telling someone when we are angry or displeased  is one of them.  We generally bottle up feelings of dismay and wait for them to explode or worse yet, break us completely down.  All of this when a simple conversation would have sufficed…. even if for no other reason than to have gotten it out.  We should do ourselves that favor.

On the other hand, telling someone that we appreciate them or love them can be equally as gratifying.  This brings about a positive energy that can help us make it through the next 24 hours (even if the rest of it is shitty).  Giving gifts also falls into the “positive energy’ category.

Don’t be afraid to say “no”.  When I was growing up. it seemed like my mama agreed to everything (except what I wanted at the time).  We were always at church and she was always doing special projects and, well, she just never said “no” even when she wanted to.  While doing things for other people is wonderful, and it really does make you feel good, there are times when it is okay to say no. The church won’t burn down if you don’t teach Sunday school.  The picnic won’t be called off because you don’t want to make the potato salad.  The world WON’T stop spinning because you passed up yet another responsibility.

Get a mirror.  Look in it everyday.  Tell yourself how wonderful you are.  Compliment yourself on a physical feature or character trait that you like about yourself.  Smile at you.  It sounds silly and you’ll feel crazy doing it.  But it may be the only compliment you get all day.  After awhile, other people’s compliments, while nice, won’t really matter.

The best thing we can do?  Be totally honest with ourselves.  It can be the most painful thing in the world at times.  But accepting it and acting on it are the BEST things we can do for ourselves. It would appear that we are born with rose-colored glasses.  Most of us go through life with them on all of the time while a select few broke them so long ago that stoicism and stiffness engulfs them.  There has to be a happy-medium.  When things are beyond your control, keep those glasses in your pocket. To see anything other than what’s coming at you is a recipe for disaster. But, if you have a handle on things, wear those rose-tinted stunnas all day. You can see things however you want to because you have the power to make them that way.

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I Ain’t Heavy… I’m a Mother

Am I the only one who has found myself looking in the mirror and sobbing uncontrollably while pinching my post-baby belly rolls?  No.  In fact, a survey found that 6 out of 10 mothers feel pressure to immediately drop the pounds after giving birth due to the fact that they see so many celebrity moms back to pre-baby weight within WEEKS of giving birth.

I was half watching the Today Show and half prepping Addy’s breakfast when I heard this very subject come up.  Women are turning to horribly unhealthy methods of keeping their weight down during and after their pregnancy.  This frightening trend is known as Mommyrexia.  In an attempt to attain celeb-like looks while preggers, women are harming themselves and their babies.  Hollywood and the media were dragged through the streets and up to the gallows — for it is always their fault these things happen, after all. 

While I did get some relief in knowing I wasn’t the only mother to feel this way, I couldn’t help but be a little ashamed of myself for being insecure AND irrational.  I mean, any rational person knows that it takes TIME to lose that weight, right? And most rational people would question the validity or safety of a diet that allowed you to snap back all pronto-like, wouldn’t they?  So yes, technically we’re irrational.

I took a step back and remembered the 9 months it took for my body to morph into this… well, whatever it is now.  It only makes sense to allow it that amount of time to get back to the way it was (or somewhat near it?).  Honestly, it might never be the same.  Women in my family aren’t notorious for this snapping back thing.  Genetics is not on my side.  BUT, I will take the reasonable and healthful steps towards getting myself back into shape… and then I’ll work on shapely.

There are some great places online to get started.  My favorite so far would have to be Mamavation .  I found out about Mamavation at one of the Resourceful Mommy’s Twitter Parties.  It was a great way to chat and get good diet and workout tips.  Drill Sergeant Alarik, founder of Gruntstyle, was on hand to keep us in line and motivated (As a matter of fact, don’t tell him I wrote this… he’ll make me drop and give him 20).  I even won an EA Sports Active 2 – and trust me, it puts a hurting on ya!

So, I’ve got the right workout tools… I’ve got a great support system… I’ve got all I need to succeed in this new lifestyle.  Hollywood starlets be darned — I earned this body doing something extraordinary.  I will wear this kangaroo pouch proudly… until I get rid of it, of course.  And the next time I feel down about it, I’ll just look at her

She is sooooo worth it.

Til next time,
Kristin

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