Mom Fashion Tips…Part I: Don't Fear Your New Curves
At the slight utterance of the words “mom fashion”, I can’t help but giggle a little as I think about sweat pants, “natural” makeup (read: “didn’t-even-bother-to-put-on-lip gloss-because-I-could-careless”), and jeans hiked up to your nipples because somehow that makes your tummy pooch look smaller. Yep. Not a terrific visual, huh? I honestly believe that visual in itself could be a brilliant form of birth control for fashionistas everywhere. Next time you’re feeling frisky, break out a set of flashcards with these images. By card three you’ll settle for a nice chocolate bonbon instead. Promise. (*Remind me to patent those flashcards, okay?)
Now that you’re sufficiently traumatized, let me tell you a little secret. IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY!!! There’s no rule that says just because you have baby in tow, you can no longer shop at cool boutiques, sprinkle on a little glam just for the heck of it, or wear heels to the playground. If anything, I would argue that having a baby in tow IS the very reason you should indulge yourself in these little affirmations of fashion goddess-ness.
So why do I say this? For starters, I think this goes back to the whole glass half-empty or half-full analogy. The reality is your body will definitely change after having a baby. Yes. Squeezing an 8 lb little cherub through your Lady Violetta will change you. I won’t lie to you. BUT this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I know plenty of women who have felt like they never really blossomed until they had their first child. The changes aren’t always for the worst. They can be absolutely beautiful and empowering.
I’ll never forget my first experience with my post-baby body. I was spending day two at the hospital with my precious new baby boy. I snuck away for a few minutes to take a quick shower. As I quickly soaped up, I leaned and did a “stubble check” on my leg to determine what level of desperation I was at. I decided a Level II wasn’t worth the bother of shaving and went back to washing my matted hair. In that instant, I felt a sudden tightening in my chest, a warming sensation, and my back felt strained. I brushed it aside as one of the many aches and quirks you feel after childbirth and grabbed my towel.
It wasn’t until I stepped out of the shower and glanced at the bewildered look on my husband’s face that I realized what had happened. My perky, little C cups were now overflowing, engorged DD’s. I didn’t look like a new mom, I looked like a porn star with cantaloupes for breasts. I honestly think it would have been less awkward for me to have sprouted a third eye. Luckily, after about three months I settled into a full D cup and was also about 5 lbs lighter than I had been pre-pregnancy. So there you have it. Baby ruined my body and I was stuck being skinnier with bigger boobs. Horrible, right?
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Who’s your Mom Fashion icon? Gwen Stefani, Catherina Zeta Jones, or Heidi Klum? Anyone else?









