Let's ease up on the quest for post-pregnancy perfection—and recognize how insanely gorgeous our new-mom bodies truly are.
I am in Hawaii. Paradise on earth. I’m with my husband and my 3-year-old twin daughters. It’s our first real vacation in a long time. But where am I really? I’m trapped in a set of three-way mirrors shedding clothes, outfit after outfit, immobilized by a black cloud in my head. In this room of mirrors I can see parts of my body that are easy to ignore in the only full length mirror in our dimly lit hallway at home. In summery clothes skimpier than I normally wear, lumps and bumps I don’t recognize seem to have appeared out of nowhere.
My husband comes in. “What the hell is going on?”
“I just can’t get comfortable.” I mumble miserably. He grasps the situation immediately, which may say something about his level … // READ MORE